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Begin with my skin, White, hairy and thin; But for my brothers, I'm much like all others. Dig deeper to bone, Europe's our home. Trowel down to my marrow You'll uncover our Congo. We travailed Down our paths, We share the same cells, Have the same origins, Hear the same knells. The one difference lies in My white, hairy, thin skin.
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
Cellmates
Begin with my skin, White, hairy and thin; But for my brothers, I'm much like all others. Dig deeper to bone, Europe's our home. Trowel down to my marrow You'll uncover our Congo. We travailed Down our paths, We share the same cells, Have the same origins, Hear the same knells. The one difference lies in My white, hairy, thin skin.
francie-lynch
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
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