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Feb 2012
Were you a foreign land,
and in someways you are,
I would mount my trustiest steed,
cross your channel banks,
Marshall my invading column
Into your fruited plaines.
And there encamped under stars
Our two houses would negotiate
Terms of mutual respect and pleasure.
Upon which we would survey our lands
Entwined in milk and honey,
And give promise of protection and eternal fidelity.
Perig3e
Written by
Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
718
   --- and Marsha Singh
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