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The Mocs, u want places to leave,
Channeling your anger around surface of ease,
Closer than just friends the mock is low,
Judging that I have 2 push voices for U to let go,
Surely, u have ways that come to an end,
Avenging the nice shock upon my den,
Whats good knowing this U are phony,
Just like U the midst of bearing atonement,
The corner U push me in to make right Pappy,
His way of staying back against Robins’ daddy,
Croaking the move U won’t have 2 wait,
Leaving the world complimented by the gate,
Before the sunset U will still be blind,
Appearing as corrupted justice of time,
As U see the mockingbirds thrill is ill,
Laying low above wires of hills,
Desperate to save how bunny comes to shock,
Snaking the bushes of Robins’ skin moss,
Ravaging the ground spectacular port,
Mockingbird mocs the place to court.
