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Saturday, May 18, 2013
When I wouldn't eat...
When I wouldn't eat
They sent me to bed without supper
When I wouldn't sleep
There were chores at dawn
When I wouldn't work
They sent me to my room
…Where I sulked
So infinitely mistreated
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