My Canada

The west made east with every mile.

Sod houses, beasts and country wile.

We made this land and lived in style.

But our cake needed icing.

Needed sweetness so enticing.

It sucked us all in.

How could we sin?

If a few died doing God’s bidding?

Barry Williams

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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