Born in a swallow of earth and sky and for four hundred and eighty eight years The Commoner Still thought that the earth was neither gold nor grains, But was worth more than three hundred Years of silliness and more than half a century of grazing paradise out of dominatrices, imitation and half-meant jokes of complacency, Lethargy; and Today he stands naked with a royal dress, outdated, outmoded, insufferable for ever more.
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