They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
   They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
   And add some extra, just for you.
 
But they were fucked up in their turn
   By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy—stern
   And half at one another’s throats.
 
Man hands on misery to man.
   It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
   And don’t have any kids yourself.

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Najiyah C
circa 6 anni

nice dude

'stiltskin
circa 6 anni

Now THAT makes me proud to be English.....:)

Danny MF'n Stone
oltre 6 anni

Haha nice

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