... people" once he voiced, Such words make music not unto mine ear. (Disdainfully) "Thy people!" So it is that Francos speaks. Ah! little do the workings of his mind Discern that we who seek the pow'r to rule Feel not the Tao blood coursing our veins. For it by stain Caucasian is submerged; Still, we a ladder make of sable backs, To climb aloft into the chairs of state. Exampling thus: "The fittest must survive". A narrow man, though ... — 'A Comedy of Errors' in Seven Acts • Spokeshave (AKA Old Fogy)
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