The stories we hear
Sipping our coffees or teas
The patrons will share freely
Under the whirring of fans
The stories we learn
Growing up in villages or towns
The differences of minds
Nobody shares the same
We live through with it
Experience the bad moves
Hear of the bad criticisms
We should stay wiser but we don't
The stories of the old
The time has gone passed their times
In come the new generation and breed
Yet they will tell the same old stories
The stories we hear
The stories we listen
It is like rain falling in our minds
Telling us we are different in political play
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