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By Mike Jacobson The bad seed grew to a treeAnd all the faceless couldn’t believeThere was another name, anothertime, another place,Another way to see 16And the bad girl lived to bleedJust to steal their sympathyAnd all those whom she’d hadWatched her fade to blackUntil her light just lay dead on the streetsThese are really simple … [Read more…]