Kudos Mister Pope, You Make Me Smile
Trying to remember what it was like these eyes of a child....
A tad bit troubling once innocece be lost ? Watching body bags
Come and go day in, day out; black and white, the oval tube; their
Profit line; tis not the childrens fault; another lost generation as perhaps
Mother jezabel father hell's, very last; We want you ? They only get what they, give.
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