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There’s nothing more I like to do than watching folks go by,
I find them so amusing, and so many catch my eye;
For every one is different and several very strange,
Like certain freaky creatures who crawl with lice and mange.
I must confess each time these “humans” (?) stroll across my path,
I wonder to myself when last it was they’d seen a bath,
Their hair is long and filthy, and their jeans quite stiff with grime,
One finds it’s easy to suspect them of some malicious crime.
And then there are the people who are dressed up to a T
With every single hair in place, and made up perfectly,
They walk with such a swagger and are so puffed up with pride
That one cannot help but wonder what they are like inside.
People have such different gifts, some great and some quite small,
Then there are those who seem to have no gifts at all,
But ‘though there seems to be so much that in this world is wrong,
Each person is a unique soul – each person does belong.
There’s so much joy and laughter to behold on every side,
And so much every day that’s new and fresh, and still untried,
Life is what you make it, and there’s always so much fun,
Just meeting different people and just myself being one.
Variety is the spice of life, or so it’s often said,
Which is the reason some are shy and others go ahead,
Each person has an equal chance to make this world to be
a place of warmth and happiness, and filled with harmony.
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