Often the mockingbird is only a mocker
Singing the songs of other birds
Pouring their trills over the bushes.
And sometimes the mocker is all alone
The child playing all-aloney, all-aloney
.
Sometimes the mocker calls, calls, calls
Fables, texts, cries of all heartbreaks.
All the wild nights
A blood gold moon can buy.
Good Morning, America
Carl Sandburg
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