Wednesday, October 28, 2009

9 - 7 - 5 - 3 - 1

I had crouched behind my mother's giant clay pot
I crouched behind a giant clay pot
I crouched behind a pot
Behind a pot
Pot

Critics beat him down and he becomes more cautious
Critics beat him down, he becomes cautious
Critics beat him into caution
Critics change him
Critics

No matter what, we all grow up the same
We all grow up the same way
All grow up the same
Grow the same
Grow

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