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To Kill a Mockingbird Found Poem

By RachelEliza, Virginia Beach, VA

This is a truth
that applies to the human race,
yet to no particular race of men:
You never really understand a person,
until you consider things from his point of view,
climb inside of his skin,
and walk around in it.
One thing that doesn't abide,
by majority rule;
a person's conscience.
It was times like these
you rarely win,
only children weep,
the dead bury the dead,
one does not love breathing,
and there’s just one kind of folks:
I don't pretend to understand,
Why reasonable people,
go stark raving mad,
simply because they're still human;
that the one place,

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