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The Child

The little boy,
sat playing with his favorite toy.
His eyes were green,
and told of what he'd seen.
His hair was gold, it hung in curls,
and shone like glowing pearls.
This child is so unaware of what,
is beond the reaches of his cot
This child's name is Ross,
he's never learnt to deal with loss.
His head turns up to stare,
at me, he offers up his teddy bear.
I pick him up he has to know,
where his best friend has to go.
I am the bearer of bad news,
for he is leaving with all the jews.
Rossie is a jew aswell,
but don't judge and please don't tell.
For my mossie is dear to me,
but most people can not see.
Why i Sir Hitler of Germany,
can't have a loving family.
I love the jews, it was'nt me,
my brother was the one you see.
But now the name is shunned,
and all Hitlers shall be gunned.

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