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The Same Country
 The same countryside
but in a different country.
The treacherous paths
                        are easy.
The easy paths do not
                            exist.

The usual circumstances,
but altogether unusual.
Here you see a road
                       that forks
but does not divide,
                is indivisible.

People like any other
but not like many others.
A woman with a baby and
                    an accent
drops him on his dipthon.

It is the time of knowing
but no one knows the time.
Carols count for nothing.
Every good boy deserves
     the favour of reply.

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