I Am Anaya inspired
During the Great Depression,work was so hard to get, that those harvesting our food were sent back to Mexico--until they were needed again. An old story!
GO, NO—STAY Deport those filthy illegals, go call the cops! But not the brown losers who are picking our crops We won’t tell them to go Who else would stoop so low? And it would cause inflation in our grocery shops
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