Wayne Vander Jagt
Painting - Watercolor
This poem is something I wrote long ago and never forgot it. We are born into a country not by our choice but our ancestors. It is our responsibility to respect not only our place of origin but other brothers and sisters around the globe and perhaps the universe.
May 12th, 2011
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