Found in my blog from 2005

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And I’m proud to be an American.
Where at least I’m told I’m free.
I won’t forget the third-grade class
that ingrained it into me,
and I’ll proudly stand up, next to you, 
though I don’t know what it means.
Oh, there ain’t no doubt who runs this land.
God Bless the bourgeoisie. 
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