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Mother Leads Us to the Wasteland Where We Settle Down
Mother led us along and we got on board
We got on and off again
Boarding cars and busses and planes
Then more buses and trains and cars
I was beginning to think that life would go on forever, it would go on forever, but one day it stopped all of the sudden, that day wasn’t especially different from all the others we spent aboard all those buses, trains, cars and airplanes, when we left the airport just ...