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Where you come from they breathe iron.
They don't take kindly, they just kind of
Marinate on their stoops, in a stupor.
Frankly, I admire the freedom with which
They speak of everything but the obvious:
It reminds me like so much else of home.

It makes sense to talk about selling out.
If there are other options, speak up now --
Five hundred and thirty seven people
Are not too many to keep on message,
Apparently. I have a message, too.

Some reporter somewhere will find it,
So simple and free of breakable parts.