Originals
The best sins come in original
Or is it something else worth less?
Seeing is in the eye of the beholder
Or is it beauty or something worse?
No one is alike when they are different
Never the same when they are changed
There are two kinds of people in the world
Both of them named Gingerbread
According to newspaper sources
If you have thoughts original
Please keep them to yourself
In a jar far from the mainland
On a shelf for fermentation
One idea can change the world
Come in circular or oval, smooth as opal
Grown in mushrooms dark
Pop with energy when exposed to light
All things being equal must mean something
Antiques for instance keep their shapes
History makes mistakes by aging them
Placing values on the rust
Makes everything the same, mundane
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