I want to go to cocoa mass...
to hear the bellflowers peal....
then a Monday trip to Catskill...
sure repast's no feline meal....
a walk down Great White Way...could be quite a lark...
but only if I'm guaranteed I'll not hear fear cry, 'shark'! !
then southward, to the dogwood trail...where I won't mind the bark...
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