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THE BROOM
THE BROOM
By a corner in my pink-colored room
There lies a long broom
The broom I pick
Oh! This thought makes me sick
Our nation lack this great feature
Unity!
In unity the broom sticks live
A thick rope binding them
Independently depending on each other
A symbiotic association of
Non-living broom-sticks
United they stand
Separated they fall.
Learn from the broom
My people
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