The Gold Standard
Combine the white picket fence
with thirty one flavors;
Like a tilted paradise
there’s no cliche standard;
The weird stuff has the clutch gene,
asymmetrical norm;
Bullseye before the buzzer,
always finding a way;
If the colors match or don’t?
Be ok with distinct;
As long as you’re good? It’s good.
We’re all the gold standard.
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