Rallies and marches were organized to awaken social consciousness, and productivity poems, similar to those written in Eastern Europe in the early 1950s, carried the same message: So youthman, sister woman Co-operate, organize, unite, be wise Then we go cleanup this land!

I'm sick an' fainty wi' this gert turn o' the wheel.

They grow in my garden, where they flourish exceedingly, except Butterwoort, which groweth in our English squally wet grounds,

I bought a few beers from the shop for the party.