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Yeah, I think I’ll just stick with prose and strange
fridge poetry.

I’m not much of a poet,

but April is the month poetry,

don’t ya know it.

Being dyslexic, I know not to hurry,

But sometimes I want to run for the exit.

Ya just gotta go for your glory,

even if the system tries to reject it.

So, instead of getting lost in the flurry,

find your passion and embrace it.

Some may say you have an abnormality,

but that just means they can’t make you fit

in their tiny world of absurdity.

We’re the ones who must commit,

to embracing our ability.

When we do, the world will finally admit

what we do, we do gloriously.

I may or may not have a little too much fun with these things.

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