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Even The Most Primite Societies Have An Innate Resepect For The Insane.

I've Been Thinking About It, And That Poem, That Guy That Wrote It, He Meant You're Gold When You're A Kid, Like Green. When You're A Kid Everything's New, Dawn. It's Just When You Get Used To Everything That It's Day. Like The Way You Dig Sunsets, Pony. That's Gold. Keep That Way, It's A Good Way To Be.

I Was Desperate For Something To Read That Dealt Realistically With Teenage Life, And I Thought Others Might Be, Too.

Can You See The Sunset Real Good On The West Side? You Can See It On The East Side Too.

Sixteen Years On The Streets And You Can Learn A Lot. But All The Wrong Things, Not The Things You Want To Learn. Sixteen Years On The Streets And You See A Lot. But All The Wrong Sights, Not The Things You Want To See.