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Somewhere in the slums A little brown kid With threadbare shorts And bullet hole Riddled Shirt Dances Like the perfect Fred Astaire wind up toy. He grins like a brightly lit jack-o-lantern. His cheeks are muddy But He grins Wider and wider Still, Looking gratefully At the sky.
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Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
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Somewhere in the slums A little brown kid With threadbare shorts And bullet hole Riddled Shirt Dances Like the perfect Fred Astaire wind up toy. He grins like a brightly lit jack-o-lantern. His cheeks are muddy But He grins Wider and wider Still, Looking gratefully At the sky.
I just need to be reminded that the world's ratio of hugs per gunshot wound is still very, very high.
jedd-ong
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Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
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