Unless you call attentionto your presencewho will know you're there?Even a countryhas to weave and wave a flagas proof o — Rod McKuen
Unless you call attentionto your presencewho will know you're there?Even a countryhas to weave and wave a flagas proof o — Rod McKuen
Unless you call attentionto your presencewho will know you're there?Even a countryhas to weave and wave a flagas proof o — Rod McKuen
Unless you call attentionto your presencewho will know you're there?Even a countryhas to weave and wave a flagas proof o — Rod McKuen
Unless you call attentionto your presencewho will know you're there?Even a countryhas to weave and wave a flagas proof o — Rod McKuen
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Unless you call attentionto your presencewho will know you're there?Even a countryhas to weave and wave a flagas proof of its existence.

— Rod McKuen
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