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Remember the time when
the keyboard was a pen
Eggs came from the chicken
that fed the fox in the den

Remember how and why
you would freely cry
the sight of blood and plume
torn breast and thigh

Remember that red sketch
no more eggs to fetch
just this hideous picture
that made mamma wretch

Remember the time when
paint, pencil and pen
screamed out all your words
at the sly foxes den.

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