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What’s there to learn, when
All we learn we know from
Younger years, when the world
Was flat and the people in it were
Perceived to be gods?

And how could you be blamed for
Something you could not control when
An obtuse mother didn’t have a
Witch’s crystal ball, and where a jail
Might not have been your only fate
Had a god not forced thoughts
On you or your pink robes?





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