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What's wrong son
why did Mum say
I can't play
with my best friends
anymore
because son
she's your mother
she knows better
but dad
I'm nearly ten
I'm not a baby
why can't I play
with my best friends
anymore
because my son
they are different from us
they are coloured
and they smell
but so are we dad
no we're not son
we are white
but mummy said
when I was a baby
I was pink
and grandad
looks grey
and he smells funny
and when you were ill
you looked yellow
and you smell
so dad
who's the coloured ones
Wack
do what I say
I'm your father
why did Mum say
I can't play
with my best friends
anymore
because son
she's your mother
she knows better
but dad
I'm nearly ten
I'm not a baby
why can't I play
with my best friends
anymore
because my son
they are different from us
they are coloured
and they smell
but so are we dad
no we're not son
we are white
but mummy said
when I was a baby
I was pink
and grandad
looks grey
and he smells funny
and when you were ill
you looked yellow
and you smell
so dad
who's the coloured ones
Wack
do what I say
I'm your father
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