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As I watch my sister working, I wondered

When did Good Friday not become a holiday?

There it goes again Canadians trying to be Americans

But why?

Why does everyone want to be an American?

Like they’re top of the heap

I am an American, but I live somewhere else

And don’t feel surperior to anyone

Sometimes, I think Canadians are

Sometimes, I think I am Canadian

But I am just a humble poet

To be recongised

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  1. Just so, here myself I find residing elsewhere… and find Poetry to keep humility and companionship.

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