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The rabbit stole my bike and went to Baghdad.
I lost my dad, but not like the bike I had.
My bike had full speed like a cool time machine.
I could cut through time and foresee any gene.
What was once good is blood and pure evil here.
Unlike my angry dad, my time, I could steer.
What I fear is the rabbit, but she went fast.
She was in a costume, and I chased her last.
Isaiah Lawrence 