The uniform picked the poorest out
Charity kids, to mock and tease
The Bronte sisters, youngest there
Left Haworth village for spite, disease.
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Breakfast of porridge, burnt, the norm
Lessons. The stool, with the dunce's cap
The cane, the shamings, the Faith of Rage
Where was the God of Love in that? past haunting memories .. affecting even now. questioning everything considered to be conventional. thank you. tony
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Breakfast of porridge, burnt, the norm Lessons. The stool, with the dunce's cap The cane, the shamings, the Faith of Rage Where was the God of Love in that? past haunting memories .. affecting even now. questioning everything considered to be conventional. thank you. tony