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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required With hair ablaze, a jester unconfined, I scoffed at the mundane, its life declined. My wardrobe, a riot, a rhapsody bold, Mismatched socks my standard, stories untold. In classrooms of tedium, rules I'd defy, Grasping forbidden knowledge, 'neath watchful sky. Craving for wisdom in esoteric wells, Chased squirrels with saws, casting fanciful spells! Detentions for antics, the school's icy stare, Derided in classrooms, a spirit too rare. Math teacher's scorn, a job painting lines foretold, I retorted, "How much does it pay?" - detention took hold. Mom asked me why I never brought my girls home, I chuckled and said, "They're not the type to be shown." The wild ones, the rebels, the ones full of flame, Not the kind for a dinner, not the ones with a name. Misfits my comrades, a menagerie strange, United in chaos, defying the change. Years danced in a blur, a pantomime bright, But a disquieting word, a sense of not quite right. A whirlwind of antics, a panoply grand, Impromptu escapes, career-shifting sands. Near-death encounters with fauna, a squirrel, perhaps, But the thrill, oh the thrill, fueled my madcap laps! The thrill of the unexpected, a fading strain, A gnawing suspicion, a predictable bane. The mask I had crafted, of rebellion's grand guise, Cracked and revealed, the truth in my eyes. The jester unmasked, a lesson I gained, That the extraordinary, in the ordinary, can be plain. No longer I chase, the fantastical dream, But accept the real, where beauty can stream. For the truest defiance, lies not in the fight, But accepting oneself, in the ordinary light. So here I stand, flaws and all, unashamed, The laughter remains, though the fantasy's tamed. With lessons in tow, I'll mend and I'll mend, Explore the mundane, and find joy till the end. For the greatest adventure, in life's simple quest, Is finding the magic, within one's own breast.
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