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Apr 2020
Dear,
Stop drinking beer.
He is still there.
Where? In the air?

He is not there, but here.
But, it is bare.
The Man in the Mirror:
Could you be more clearer?

Dear,
Why don't you stop?
What? Where is this cop?
Uh, huh.

Oh, Cop:
Why are you non-stop?
He is on the tiptop
Of a long drop.

Why, that is just horror.
Do you really have to be full of terror?
But, it is the Man in the Mirror,
Not full of error.

The Man in the Mirror:
Could you be more clearer?
You are not an error,
But terror.
Written by
Claudia  18/F/Neverland
(18/F/Neverland)   
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       Annette Phillip, Fawn, Khoi and Bogdan Dragos
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