Strangeness
You call me weird eccentric odd too different
still I am me
colors are constant through seasons
no one can repaint this scene
the panorama of glamour
you see will forever be
so please take this here instruction
and get accustomed to me.
Copyright © Christina Hobson | Year Posted 2009
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