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Something about stopping
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at an intersection in middle America
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at 4 am in the morning.  
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Where uncertainty has been
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chased away by a church every three miles
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and foreigners are never on the sidewalk
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but hidden in their suvs and
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tucked away mansions.
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Where hypocrisy and sin
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can hibernate for years
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just from good manners,
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knowing your place,
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pastor says every cross road
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is a choice or crucifix.  
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Where the carnival of  traffic lights
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Winn Dixie and McDonald’s
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our time’s square
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I can imagine are flashing all for me.
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And North Korea or Russia
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are on distant planets,
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cannot distract me from
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sympathizing with the destiny of
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the odd stray or expressing wonder
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at the pimple moon.
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They could say this is
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god’ s country.  
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And I would believe them
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every time the homeless man
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crosses the road without looking
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as if he was just crowned our
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immortal King.
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16 Sep 18

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"Where uncertainty has been
chased away by a church every three miles."

The above is witty and insightful.
 — unknown

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