That's what you want to hear, isn't it?
What else do I have to say before you'll pretend to believe me?
What confessions do I have to make to consider myself forgiven?
Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax -- Of cabbages -- and kings -- And why the sea is boiling hot -- And whether pigs have wings.
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Try reading Maya Angelou.(esp. her Still I Rise)
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