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Apr 2010
Little Ralph was born in gold
even though his brother cold
Little Ralph was fat and warm
and witches watched and held their scorn
Through tunnels rats all noble and high
Like teenage rebels addicts lie
Women always powdered their noses
and though they smiled tears fell like roses
Little Ralph was crowned in 1941
and though he tried tired work was never done
King Ralph was high, mighty and dumb
from secret rooms records played lies
and on all streets children died
Pregnant mothers bore no sons
and addicts needles turned to guns
King Ralph was blind and blinds were closed
Or eyes were shut or filled with roses
Streets were graves and mirrors were empty
King Ralph's pretty wife was hanging simply
Ralph didn't cry or hear or see
So evil he just let it be
Written by
Vivian Miller
900
   Mary Ann Osgood
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