THAT SHOULD COMPENSATE
I've got a mind to speak my mind, and
that's no simple matter. I wear a tweed
with a boutonniere just to get me through
the tunnel. Holland was never anywhere
to be seen. Wooden shoes and tulips are
of another mind.
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But saying I'm speaking mine makes
little sense - it changes, and it's only
mine when I recognize it as such. Let
the small things go, since they won't
matter, and we'll determine the large
things on which to concentrate.
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