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| i'd like to scratch my way out of the boredom that i find in my mind at times of course there are days when everything is fine and i get to dine at nine even my nose shines sometimes when i am hunted by crowds and minds i find i must get out of the grime that commits crimes and strangles cats from behind this goes fine till i am caught by a man who is hot about dying Unknown Author [Extract from Confederation H.S. Yearbook - 1972] |
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