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Aug 2013
Like a peacock on a roof,
I’m a wonder with height
American-Jew on Mt. Harmon.

My tallis are bright feathers
My tefillin, my beak.
In Israel they are me.

Why do I feel different in the Land?
Like a peacock on a roof,
I’m curiously at home.
Written by
Steven Fried
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