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Where is This?
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Book I: Part II I made a visit to this place
Came across a man,
No job, no money,
But a smile on his face.
Visited the main city
There’s no such thing as pity.
There are very few residents,
They decided to have a leader,
They’ve had black and white presidents.
There was a fight in this place
But settled upon a hand shake,
Nobody wanted first place
Bloodshed was not the man’s fate.
This man has no home
But welcomed with open arms,
An outer image may be no appeal
But they know he means no harm.
The only guns belong to police
But they only protect,
Yet to be a killing on these streets
Everyone has each other’s respect.
Privacy is truly only one’s business,
Oh how I loved to visit this,
But wait, where is this?
