It’s two versions to the story
In mine a bone poke through chipped bars
The witch sighed, “You not growin’ very large”
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It’s two versions to the story
In mine a bone poke through chipped bars
The witch sighed, “You not growin’ very large”
“Art is not a mirror to hold up to society, but a hammer with which to shape it.”
Bertolt Brecht