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Blindside

The gander was an ugly creature which no one paid no heed although he loved everybody no matter shape or creed the little duckling flapped his wings and chirped his bright orange beak people only pointed and laughed because he couldn't speak or maybe they weren't listening to his words, though wise for that was just a facade for the victims of his disguise one day a boy came along blind as a bat he couldn't see the ugly but rather liked his quack they came to be best of friends accepting each other with love to his suprise, the duckling tranformed into a supreme from far above he said my child, you are so pure it brings tears to my eyes since you saw me how I am I shall restore your sight and furthermore, you are so pure I am no longer without faith there is still good in humankind my creation shall be saved the boy did not yet understand what he did so blind one day will come when he is grown and shall lead us all, through time

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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