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reminds me my mothers brother
use to go missing as a child
in the woods n stuff n he'd say well i knew i was alright
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n i can't keep up with myself now
n stuff is going missing
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n seriously shall i wallpaper the room with slums
like Calcutta slums n people smoking bongs n stuff ...
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n that reminds me
my first experience of racism was 'paki jokes' i think
this was a London suburb
of a sort of baptist church squeaky hymns variety
n you'd join in with them
not very much but just without thinking about it
an you do your head going side to side
n going oh dear dear
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n that does hurt
as i have a thing about India
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