That
morning that is never bright
That sharp
cry from the little bud
That grin
can only be brute
That day is
nothing but gloom
That lady
who can’t give up the fight
That baby
in the neighborhood
That son
who can’t think right
That man
always never in the mood
That wish
flying up like a kite
That
thought that is ever food
That little
they can only bite
That smile, the best is only good
That peace is their only right
That peace is their only right
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