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Nov 2014
When we are born
We have no thought
When we are young
We have no sorrow, no doubt
As our parent teach us
We begin to mold
As they don't think
We see what they do
It then becomes
Monkey see, Monkey do
My mother used Drugs
So I thought it was OK
Lo and behold
I learned theΒ Β wrong way
DC raw love
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DC raw love  Alexandria
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