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Post by Freedom on Sept 2, 2009 4:20:18 GMT -5
The Newborn
The child was loved groomed, an angel with wings reality came passing by with promises of gold seeking converts like ants out to pasture "better do as you're told!" the screaming machine said with a loud whisper draped in a flag crouched over with a snicker
"How many children were lost through the years how many forgot ..how to play how many were ..thrown in the dungeon how many were ..dressed to kill how many stuffed ..their pockets with greed how many ..stuck needles in their veins how many seasons were there ..for love?"
Feb 2009
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