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Topic History of: Walk on by?
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Author	Message
Solihull Exile	Where were the parents while she was wondering about alone at night? The poor child wasn't just let down by passers by,but by her family.
angel	Very sad. God bless little one. RIP
Innocent Accused	Yue Yue, the girl who shamed China, is dead: Two-year-old run over TWICE as dozens of people ignored her lying in the road succumbs to her injuries www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2051679...ders-watch-dies.html God Bless little one,RIP.
CanterburyDave	Poor little mite is dead.
Locked Out	I'm reminded of a song... "The End Of The Rainbow"... by Richard Thompson. Written in the very early seventies, it truly is a prescient piece; "I feel for you, you little horror Safe at your mother's breast. No lucky break for you around the corner. 'Cos your father is a bully, and he thinks that you're a pest And your sister, she's no better than a whore... Life seems so rosy in the cradle. But I'll be your friend and I'll tell you what's in store. There's nothing at the end of the rainbow. There's nothing to grow up for anymore. Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you And throw you on the side And all because they love themselves sincerely And a man hold a breadknife to your throat... That's four feet wide... And he's anxious just to show you what it's for. Your mother works so hard to make you happy. But take a look outside the nursery door. There's nothing at the end of the rainbow. There's nothing to grow up for anymore. And all the sad and empty faces That pass you on the street All living in their sleep... all in a dream And every loving handshake is just another man to beat How your heart aches just to cut him to the core. Life seems so rosy in the cradle. But I'll be your friend and I'll tell you what's in store. There's nothing at the end of the rainbow. There's nothing to grow up for anymore. " Glum, huh? And even more true than it was at the time. Society does indeed care. But only for itself.