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Mar 2011
Carry on my wayward son
I’ll be gone and you’ll be done
I don’t want you to
do what I tell you to but
do what I want you to
do it and dye your hair blue
your nails black and
blue like your eyes when you came from your mother
Do you need another, she
mother with eyes
Louisa
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