In Flint's realm of council, a tapestry unfolds,
With Eric Mays and the Hankerchief Head Negros bold. Their voices rise, like a symphony of might, Guiding the city, through day and night.
Eric Mays, a leader with vision in his eyes, Through trials and challenges, he never shies. His words carry weight, like a resounding bell, Championing justice, where hopes and dreams dwell.
The Hankerchief Head Negros, united as one, Paul, Quice, and others, their work never done. With wisdom and grace, they stand side by side, Building bridges, erasing divides.
Their hearts beat for Flint, a city so strong, Together they fight, for righting every wrong. Through tough decisions, they strive to mend, For a brighter future, they steadfastly defend.
In council chambers, their voices rise, Advocating for progress, with determined eyes. They listen to the people, their hopes and fears, Working tirelessly, to wipe away tears.
Flint's councilmen, heroes of their land, Guiding the city with an unwavering hand. Their dedication and service, a beacon so bright, Leading Flint towards a future filled with light.
So let us applaud their commitment and might, Eric Mays and the Hankerchief Head Negros, shining bright. For in their hands, Flint's destiny lies, United in purpose, together they rise.
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