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The bullying 

In 1945, yes, I know it is; a long time ago
in fact, 80 years ago, a war had ended
and many children went to school without
breakfast that consisted of scones 
with brown goat cheese and a small bottle
of milk, there was no restriction on how
many scones we could eat
a family didn't want their children eating
at the school, as they proudly pointed out
they could feed their own brood 
the children were bullied because 
their family was different from us
The whole working-class neighborhood
had gone communist at the time. it was
something about freedom and quality 
no one had the right to dare to be different 
The story of the adults, how rich 
that family was endless, it should no one
should allowed; all we children know they 
had a big garden with fruit trees, the first apple 
I tasted was stolen in their garden that
according to my brother had an angry dog
Suddenly, no one was communist there
was work for all, although poorly paid 
People's pride had returned; politically 
this was now called a social- democracy 
In oil-rich Norway, few remember the country
was saved by the Marshall plan

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