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They said I'm a chip off the old block, but I'd never budge an inch For it is of nature to bear the semblance of the one from whom you proceed For it is blood to blood, nothing escaping For that's nature's will All we can do is to chop off the externals that does not augur well with the times we are And that's if that semblance is an Ogre to modernity ~ semblance

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