What I think they mean
What you think they mean
What they think they mean
The single celled meme
Anything we do is miracle
The millions of reasons we find ourselves here
Hugh got on a boat at 15 an indentured slave
He worked his debt off in a few years
This was an American story
He was smart we know somehow not ripped off
Two years working the Philadelphia ship yards seems fair price even today
Enlisted in the Pennsylvania line from stoney point to Yorktown
No gatling no canister no repeating
Lucky to hit the side of the barn
They went with bayonets and the British saw their mettle
Bodica legends ablaze
I arrived earlier I've arrived later
The Manx farmers didn't know they needed a green grocer on five points
They saw no reason beyond their idyllic reality
They stand on the hill no more and find they are thought of still in Collinwood
They have more use than I imagined
Evoke the drift wood upon Erie
Never needed to arrive but here we are
Omnibus all those ancestors
Each as individual as the geometry allows
I could tell you explicitly what I mean
Or prose they never wonder
French Canadian emerging from the deep forest
The Celt always coming and going
Each man his own horizon
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