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[title] => Born Under Oswald
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[bodytext] => Born Under Oswald I was 7 months old, in my walker with no plexiglas top, When a future was shot I certainly don’t remember, my parents quietly eating, envying my empty gurgling They had bought the dream, The prince and princess, and at least had that But we were all shot, a generation slumped, now a generation of shooters mindless to load, quick to aim, at anyone who looks happy. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 64 [topic] => 21 [informant] => one_in_six [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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