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Child's Play
Guiltily guiltily think
the thoughts are soon what stink
the mind is like
a rusty trike
with pedals out of sync
Victory victory now
there isn't a method how
the present is
the place we live
what's now we must allow
this subtle trickery lie
to think we must comply
the truth is one
the nose will run
a lie we must defy
Friday 30th April 2021 6:48 pm
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