It Is My Habit
It is my habit I cannot hate
I love whom the world despises
what is so precious, my heart abhors
the common swimming pool
is not attractive to me in anyway
my nakedness it cannot taste
if a thousand is wrong and erring
glad that I stand alone for truth
that never withers
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