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vE flew across the ocean...

leaving just a mEmory...

snapshot in the family album...

what else did you leave for vE...

what was left behind for mE...

when wE grew up...

taught certain rules...

there wEre also certain...

preachers...

who would...

graze the children...

in any way they could...

by pouring their derision...

upon anything 0nE did...

exposing every wEakness...

howEver...

carefully hidden by the kids...

but...

in their heart of hearts...

it was wEll known...

when da youngsters grew...

that folks would bulldoze them...

within inches of their lives...

so i didn’t need arms around mE...

no drugs to calm mE...

have seen the writing...

on the wall...

don't think 0nE needs...

anything...

at all...

kNow...

don't think...

don't need no education...

don't need no thought control...

no dark sarcasm in the God Box...

leave them kids...

al0nE...

aLL in All...

it was all just bricks in the wall...

you wEre all just bricks in the wall...

it's just another brick in the wall...

you're just another brick in the wall...

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Sp@cE

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