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I live in a land where French is King And English is not stable We’re supposed to know our oui from  non Our table from our table We can’t say hi, bonjour together Or wear a pretty hijab English schools are closing up their doors High taxes are on our tab I don’t find speaking French a problem Even though I wasn’t taught I picked  up words on streets, when young Marde, colisse,   and tabarnak My children are bilingual, my grandchildren are so too I try to speak and others laugh My French is like a stew I’m glad I’m getting older And getting shorter on my days For watching hatred and prejudice Is just never going to be my way
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
Quebec
I live in a land where French is King And English is not stable We’re supposed to know our oui from  non Our table from our table We can’t say hi, bonjour together Or wear a pretty hijab English schools are closing up their doors High taxes are on our tab I don’t find speaking French a problem Even though I wasn’t taught I picked  up words on streets, when young Marde, colisse,   and tabarnak My children are bilingual, my grandchildren are so too I try to speak and others laugh My French is like a stew I’m glad I’m getting older And getting shorter on my days For watching hatred and prejudice Is just never going to be my way
Shamai
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Israel
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
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