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I see them all walk by with smiles, happy to be free.
I hear them talk in many tongues. Can they understand me?
I smell their delicious foreign food, as flavorful as can be.
I listen to their true life stories, grateful to be free.



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Superhero_FanThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 5:35 pm:
That was good! I'm just wondering, but which country was this in?
 
AlizzThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
today at 6:37 pm :
This is America. I wasn't really talking about personal experiences. I was more so speaking from the point of view of an immigrant from the 1900s. I just thought I would do something different with and write as someone else. :)
 
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