O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America!
America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
Santa, this year I want a little less batshit in my melting-pot, and hold the racism, I'm allergic to that shit.
Happy Kwanzaa Everyone!
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