"Ordinary is never beautiful . . .
To be beautiful, thou must be weird,
different, strange." Poetry Language
Actually, I do find beauty in the
ordinary. However, I simply adore
the weird, the different and the
strange!
I remember well in high school,
most of the kids made the effort
to look similar, if not the same.
I hung out with the different!
I can see us now . . . my friend
from Central America, a very short
Native American and his girlfriend,
a very tall Italian gal. Mr. Gorgeous
from Puerto Rico and moi . . . looks
to me like we had the start of our
own little United Nations!
Every now and then, I'll run into
an old dame that has herself tarted
up just right. I always compliment
and show my delight. Shame we
have to wait until we are old to
become so bold.
I don't want to wait! I want to be
weird now . . .
(Actually, I did hear a rumor that
I'm thought to be quite out there!)
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