A piece of land I owe
A religion I follow
A penny in my pocket
A cloth in my closet
All that is only mine
In my heart
There’s no place for divine
I may talk of logic
I may be a pedagogic
I may stare at a picture
I may analyze sculpture
But inside me
I nourish a shoddy mind
That thinks only of…
Me and mine
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