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I grew up when I was ten
I grew up more after then
I grew up to be a man
I grew up because I can
She grew up as a pockmarked purse
She grew up as a smock-marked nurse
He grew up as a shiny penny
He grew up as ten-a-penny
We grew up in shopping aisles
We grew up with stealer’s smiles
We grew up without screaming
We grew up without feeling
They grew up on their heels
They grew up before the wheel
They grew up back of the bus
They grew up just to adjust
It grew up during the war
It grew up on the shop floor
It grew up on withering wine
It grew up just in time
Time grew at an ever pace
Money grew into a race
People grew into every space
People grew without a trace
People knew that when they grew
there’ll always be someone after you
Today’s world feels like it’s growing into a fairy tale/horror story — a place where there’s an answer for everything, as long as you spin, cheat and lie. For those of us not in that 1 per cent state of delusion, there is no growing, not in a positive sense of improved wellbeing, wealth, security, acceptance or optimism. So I felt that only a bastardised nursery rhyme could best reflect the sheer fantasy La La Land the world has become and continues to grow into.
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