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Monday, May 09, 2005

SONG OF A GERMAN MOTHER
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My son,your shiny boots and
Brown shirt were a present from me:
If I'd known then what I know now
I'd have hanged myself from a tree.

My son,when I saw your hand raised
In the Hitler salute that first day
I didnt know those who saluted
Would see their hand wither away.

My son,I can hear your voice speaking:
Of a race of heroes it tells.
I didnt know,guess or see that
You worked in their torture cells.

My son,when I saw you marching
In Hitler's victorious train
I didnt know he who marched off then
Would never come back again.

My son,you told me our country
Was about to come into its own.
I didnt know all it would come to
Was ashes and bloodstained stone.

I saw you wearing your brown shirt.
I should have protested aloud
For I did not know what I now know:
It was your burial shroud. -BERTOLT BRECHT

9:36 AM

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melissa - elisabeth
mel/lissa - lisais
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chij st.j - sphs

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- THE BAND
- IM THE DOG WHO DIDNT WIN A PRIZE!!!
- WHEN IM SIXTY-FOUR
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skin layout - rach