Masters Of The Motherland
J Joyce Hemsley
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Some poems from the long ago
I cannot understand.
And yet the lines were written
With a Master's hand.
Verses on the theme of love
Produce no magic glow.
My mind is somewhat critical
Full of doubt and woe.
But if I read those poems again
Then I may raise my hand
For when the teacher questions me
I'll bless the Motherland.
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