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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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Top Grossing

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.
"We are born green, With wings of white"