Forget, Saskatchewan

And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep?	The future like another country, and a ticket in my hand	There is despair, Mr. President, in faces you don't see, in the places you don't visit in your shining city	The Things She Could Forget, If I'd Forget Them Too
Canadian whisky	Beautiful, in that way that space and any measure of emptiness is beautiful	wrap your tongues around truth

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