Baby Had Cough For 5 Weeks But Chest Clear

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They want the world to change again - I sense,
But never goanna change themselves, to blame
Me, when I jump over this fence infinite -
Hence the world must stay the same.

But it does not! And the air is thinner, because they
is thicker in the alphabet;
The old are getting younger,
Retired poison them your vegetable patch.

The middle-aged children play garden,
smearing walls with idle nonsense,
hate the government, the private scribble;
It draws, who can not speak.

well-read scold against global propellants, smoke
And their cells, they block
Honored Wolf and Hare,
While physically they think of the pig.

To hell with global capitalism, they say,
But hell is, where their cigarettes are growing;
They smoke themselves to heaven, to stay Out of
where the tortured are moaning.

The children, good as they are, imitating,
This grown ups awful deeds and ways;
That's why these adults are pre-hating,
Children's Future, for what the mirror says.

So I want to hate this all grown ups,
As soon as I got my mercy back.
For my name - it is Sam Hall -
I never lose the hangman's track.