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They dont placate children with sugar,

spice,

and everything nice

anymore.

We Just accept what gives 

and nod our heads to the insufficency of the world.

They put them in easy-bake ovens

and take them out like pasteries;

burnt and scorned,

disgusting and matipulated in hands infested.

 

Its a a shame..

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