“Dobar dan” said I to a stranger
\nAs at me the old man stared
\nIn a Calvin Klien T-Shirt that screamed AMERICA!!!!
\nFor me little he probably cared<\/p>\n
But… “Dobar dan!” he answered
\nTo my passing greetings call
\nWords spoken showing strangers common humanity
\nPerhaps the greatest prayer of all…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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