George Wilder escaped, went over the wall more than once and hid in the bush for Howard Morrison to sing about a wild colonial boy. So too, Dean Wickliffe, the kid who ran the railway lines to find his life, twice broke free of the Paremoremo prison from where no one had escaped before to patch together an unsettled life.
So for the escapers all 3 a salute, for showing adventure into the night and risk - to find the dream of a life that might be less severe, for rebelling that impotent man, bereft of ideas, compassion or care should lock others in cages where death, hopelessnes and misery abounds. So escape ye yet for the enlightened time where cold stone no longer cushions you but love instead.
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