Restrictive Services
Knowledge kept would be the crime of the century plant the knowledge in a pot of kept who gets it who wins no one wins all will die the field of flowers covers me eye cry the wind has taken all my thoughts the sorrow of the world has come the pot is kept the knowledge pot but even worse restrictions come the harder it gets the harder it seems to become no one wins when knowledge leaves the knowledge pot unless it shares with all the people come the candle burning at both ends impresses no one the work ignored the knowledge soon repressed the books are burned the burning dress is added to the pep rally bond fire and the work the fun is gone toss in all the textbooks while the devil dances there and animal become
