'shoot all the bluejays you want,
if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin
to kill a mockingbird.' the words
on the page painted a picture so clear
a man upstanding, bravest man though hating
war, hating even more injustice. the man
on the page seemed a good man, but nothing
compared to the man on the screen;
handsome, eyes shaded by heavy brows of
confidence, nose just set squarely in a
face symmetric. a voice controlling a courtroom
and a family, a voice like none other passing
down wisdom beyond the age.
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