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LESSON

Lost in little fantasies
 I walk.
Through a meadow of green 
 by the little red folk.

Hello?
She says,
 the red go different ways.

Are you lost child?
Concentrate on the lesson, she speaks, in a tone not quite mild.

I wind back within the classroom walls
 the red, they warn, here come the trolls.
Pretend i must, lesson learnt or not
 refuse i may not,once i fought.
My father,he was called,
 he was always enthralled
Of the little humble drawings I made
 in the classroom walls,my sketches,they fade
For I cannot draw
 lesson I must learn
Listen I must
 Lesson learnt or not.


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Today is a fine day and patriarchy smiles upon us as usual. Nothing is new about today. It seems, the evil Sun smiles upon us with it's dick out.
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