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A Bag of Cabbage Chips Unlike me, many of you have accepted the situation of your imprisonment, and will die here like rotten cabbages. -#6 in Patrick McGoohan’s The Prisoner A voice:                    Be still, and know that I am Chip Be still, because this might sting a little There, now, wasn’t that easy?  Here’s a tissue Who’s a good boy, then! Here’s your free tee-shirt   Now that you are one with the ‘way cool kids You can use your implanted chip to buy A cup of coffee – or maybe a bag of chips Log into a computer, and open doors The one small thing you cannot buy or see Is the return of your own human dignity
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
A Bag of Cabbage Chips
A Bag of Cabbage Chips Unlike me, many of you have accepted the situation of your imprisonment, and will die here like rotten cabbages. -#6 in Patrick McGoohan’s The Prisoner A voice:                    Be still, and know that I am Chip Be still, because this might sting a little There, now, wasn’t that easy?  Here’s a tissue Who’s a good boy, then! Here’s your free tee-shirt   Now that you are one with the ‘way cool kids You can use your implanted chip to buy A cup of coffee – or maybe a bag of chips Log into a computer, and open doors The one small thing you cannot buy or see Is the return of your own human dignity
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
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