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Childrens Nursery Rhymes for Pretentious 20-something or 30-something neo-bohemian parents

Life is pain, when you're aware of life

Then you realize, that it didn't matter

after all, virtues and sins are a different

name for the same kind of thing

The things that worry you

that you wear troubled on

your furrowed brow go

onwards in the echoes

of your light jubilation

banning your frustration

in favor of the decadance of possibility

Load the reel with all

the hooks of dead hollywood

and laugh at happens

to the rest of us


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