I am a
flying-disk,
I fly
without string
in the
air…
I see
the new place,
And
new faces of people
of the
old community…
I
recall old languages,
In the
various customs
Practices
abound
It
just happens to have
The
same purpose
but
dealings are difficult…
I can
see and hear
Messages
of the group
as
they sit together
It is
fun to fix
A
problem of mixed opinions
So
people are free to act
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