Human Races..
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O Sheep, Don't bleat,
and look for trouble,
Graze on the mowed lawn,
and keep your eyes down,
March in the starched uniform,
and shake your head in submission,
Your coats are shiny and clean,
calcified pineal enlarges the bosom,
Herds of emerging continents,
sing the same broken notes,
The barks from the authorizing dogs,
may turn your direction and the cloaks,
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