She washed her hands 300 times but still they`re dripping red. We caught her in the pauper`s pit, she stole the prince`s head, still cursing `blasphemy`. O mercy me... He staggered like a chicken. They lynched him; they left him flinching then took theirs [sic] seats and kept on knitting. God bless the noble savage as he swaggers, as he sweats. He`s making bets on who is next- he doesn`t care about the colour... (First they rounded up the reds but I`m not red so... Then they rounded up the blacks but I`m not blacks so... Then they rounded up the gypsies and the junkies and donkeys. Now I`m scared to whistle `swanee` cos they`ll ask me for my spit...) This is the garden that we walk in and it`s dying. So we cut it down. We`re drowning now. There`s no way out. We all fall down.
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