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Alan? Alan, is that you?
It sounds such an important name…
Nay, not I sir!
Of course, it's still you!
But for those that live on the road it has another meaning.
Alan, you're a comrade three years old
Despite your hair of lovely sunshine
Your face aflush with colour
Like a sunflower blossom
You live beneath black plastic,
Denying false commands
Insistent on repeating
Plod on ploughman, plod away,
Trek and perish in the city,
Now, now my brother!
If Paulo were more of a saint,
In Pontal there'd be less complaint
In Paranapanema , you see,
Daring justice would be
Tearing out by the roots
What makes a little child
Grow up so sad.
But in the shacks of life
Alans abound… a majority.
WHAT NEXT?
1 Editor's note Pontal: Pontal do Paranapanema
2 Editor's note: Paranapanema, Pontal do
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