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I'm sickened And saddened It pains me to look At all of the people Old and young Happy and sad Skinny and fat To see them and know They are Or were Nothing more than A notch On some other's belt That pretty girl A notch That lonely old man on the Park bench A notch Your mother, my father Notches Your future child A future notch We're all just Playthings At another's expense.
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC
Notches
I'm sickened And saddened It pains me to look At all of the people Old and young Happy and sad Skinny and fat To see them and know They are Or were Nothing more than A notch On some other's belt That pretty girl A notch That lonely old man on the Park bench A notch Your mother, my father Notches Your future child A future notch We're all just Playthings At another's expense.
leaanne
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 8:56 AM UTC
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