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Mar 2015
Minions marching to the pied pipers flute.
Sheep herded, dressed in fancy suits.
Walking amongst the crowd.
I wonder if I'm allowed.
To buck the trend.
The rules we bend.
When It's hard for us to compute.
RH 78
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RH 78  Uk
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     mothwasher, --- and Cynthia Wales
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