Inside a city
that never Creeps
up Till all Ours
counting Sh33p's
finds them piled
in little Heaps
Just
Cutting at $tress
with honks n Beeps
that curse a man
that d3vil k33p'$
climb these walls
in bounds and Leaps
and need no Crow
to call Your Peeps
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