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Jem To Kill a Mockingbird

No, sir Atticus I am not leaving I am not like a beaver, who runs and hides In the sight of danger Who am I, you may ask A boy who is older, and so much bolder I will stick by your side Atticus Sitting in that court room Everything came to me in a rush And boom He is crushed Why Dad, can they do that I’m so mad Now I see how people treat people Dog eat dog around here I can’t bear it

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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