“Idiosyncratic”

U don’t need me no more, so here I come.

Motherwolf raised a Mockingbird virtuoso,

a genius N disguise, not just some turkey.

As I become ubiquitous my songs wash through the sands.

Let these storms of ours blow past.

N this homeland we hold hands.

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