your butter, your cream
your Italian dream your mustard, your cheese and things I've never tasted take them away--on me they're wasted your whiskey, your import beer, your chocolate while not a bore, don't fit well my life if not found in the store where I live --no, not a farmhouse! is that what you presume? Did you imagine me a Thoreau? really, it's not about thought but how far I'll make my money go and in this sense, we are alike what alienates he and I is the desire to do without felt deep inside here alternates humiliation and pride --on the outside were we conceived to live by only what we need so in this way we came to be forged by force and then by choice cong san sui, kan dao lao! * a Chinese saying that means: a person's character and temperament is already determined at age 3.
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