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Strange Fruit
Second life trees bear strange fruit,
prim on the leaves and prim at the root,
Mesh bodies swinging in the simulated breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the linden trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant mainland,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of palm trees, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning barrel cages.
Here is fruit for the griefer to pluck,
For the casinos to gather, for the lag to suck,
For the forums to rot, for the resmods to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
A Billie Holiday song adapted for SL...
1 comments:
i can totally hear tedi singing that while he is dusting
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