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Tuesday, May 01, 2007

My baby is sick
I heard a friend say
What is new friend?
We are all getting sicker each day

I take presents from strangers
I may have saved once
From sickness, from death
No one really knows

The cock was brought forward
It crowed fate
Bananas were carried on heads
The weight pushing 3ft down

My baby was sick
I heard a friend say
But I was not listening
and now she’s dead

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