Though it may still be off by a mile. One day. We’ll smile back at you. Through gritted teeth we’ll prove our ancestors true. It was never black and white. It was always poor and rich. A wall we can see through but can’t walk too, something always seems to shatter when we try. Somehow I, the common man, am the gamble no politician is willing to take. American Independence deserves an Independent Party. We need a third voice in the room. Our already great family needs a middle child dead center between baby and firstborn. Politically speaking. America’s peaking. And books tell us what lies on the other side.
So America smile. Start a garden. Trade seed packets with your neighbors like playing cards, and across the block everyone fill a basket. That’s good common sense and not fair weather practice.
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