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 Right
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