Home will take us from our homes
And life will kill our lives,
Give us deaths or rapture us instead
Till we are no more of where we are.
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I saw beer in your tears
Do you plan on drinking out your fear
Which remains each time your sense
Comes alive again?
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A child has a child whose father is the father of the child.
A mother has a son whose father is the father of the mother.
A slave has a child whose father is the master to the slave child.
A mad woman has a child whose father is the man who gave her food last night.
Mide Benedict
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