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Poetry I was seated in a car,
but we weren’t driving.
Mysterious man with me,
Alhireth-Hotep; I suspect Thee.
Bags were on the road,
Babies popped out.
Yes, my mind is weird
but it makes me proud.
I stepped out of the car,
this I had to see!
But a black man with a gun,
was halting me.
I tried to ignore at best,
I had to take the babies
away from this evil man,
and I looked at the bag;
another popped out!
