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Aug 2017
**** Time
Uniformed men with ice blue
crystal eyes marched up and down
our street.
Bomb fell, the earth shook
and I was two years old.
An officer with steel rimmed glasses
and thin cruel lips said; this child is an Aryan.
Proudly clicked my heels and ****** my thumb.
Went to sleep, while mother sang
sentimental leider and dreamed of becoming
the Kindergarten's Fhurer.
To my regret peace broke out and life
became rather dull for a while
until I was circumcised and could pea
higher up a wall against the wall
then the other boys, this made me
a natural leader
jan oskar hansensapopt
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   Kalesh Kurup
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