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MY BAD UNCLE’S LETTER

Dear bastard.

 

Child of no father

Child of no mother

A bastard you are without inquiry

Chased into civilization to pleasure judgment

They verbalize with their faces cast down to the ground

 My friend, you live denial without rebellion.

Soreness is all you have recognized.

A steady home to rest your head is a search in vain.

 

 With all the undesired pain and tears,

plunk lofty be fond of a soldier, fighting a merciless battle of rejection.

As though not seen, your families will knowledge the contrary of your misery.

Good luck my bastard ally, child without blood relation

Yours

Uncle Buck

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