You sayin my tomatoes are ugly?
I believe the term for their condition is undocumented.
My Grandmother used to take the prime part in teaching her seven grandchildren not only the words but each little nuance and allegory and meaning of Deportees.
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Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
Our work contract's out and we have to move on;
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.
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No soul ever harbored more hatred against that Damned Old Roosevelt than she did, but mainly it was for legalizing 3.2 beer so children could buy it, and somehow causing the Japanese to bomb Pearl Harbor, although she thought Roosevelt a hundred per cent to blame.
But, she had a soft spot for the least of these, our brethren a mile wide.
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The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says, "They are just deportees"
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She died in 1980 and still has an aging fan base plus an occasional graduate student of Ozarks literature, and as her literary executor I’m still asked was she a closet progressive or did she really hate Roosevelt as much as she let on?
My answer is if she didn’t hate Roosevelt it was a really good scheme to keep the owners of the newspaper publishing her column every week for over fifty years, you know?
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Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
And be called by no name except "deportees"?