A forward look, challenge
To thank you, a second-ever person
Pronoun, always mistaken;
Landing, like by a first jump from the tree
Worried shouts and cries 'back!'
From those who barely see you
Except for,
The infected by the same hallucination
Sweet!
Though neutral is the Real
Being then sung,
With various tunes and lyrics
The Amazing Grace of the day ever after
An abundance of characters 'till tomorrow
Nobody of now would tell,
No less, no more than names
Which Tarzan the kid deciphers their codes
Huck, Santiago, et petit Gavroche
With a jackass, one slinks toward the auction,
Mosaicking some verbal exchange
No sooner than the ass is out of town
Leaving the market demolished.
It happens with wanderer outcasts,
As, where love is blocked, among
Nation security's
Taboos of Rights and Truth.
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