Unique
Had a dream I was a Freak
From the Outer Limits of Mozambique
While I was prancing around, people would shriek
At the plates in my lips making it look more like a beak
Then the dream skips like more than a week
I'm sitting on a Throne as the King that they seek
All in all
Guess nothing's wrong with being
Unique
Copyright © Donald Reith | Year Posted 2012
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