• Others 25.07.2007

    I walked into a room–with people wall to wall;
    Everybody looks the same, but not alike at all.
    Phlene is bent with pain; maggie’s head is ball;
    Vanson is to blame, cause Junior’s up the wall.

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    I walked into a room–with people wall to wall;
    Everybody looks the same, but not alike at all.
    Phlene is bent with pain; maggie’s head is ball;
    Vanson is to blame, cause Junior’s up the wall.

    The earth is awesome, and a beautiful creation;
    Every face and place is the variety of a nation.
    Enter a mall, a church, airport, or train station;
    Every face is formulated for the same position.

    Beauty is a threat…like an ominous spider net;
    Ugly changes with degrees, ever since we met.
    A man may be partial to the way the girl is set;
    But, the female will rule his attraction–I’ll bet!

    It is a miracle to be pretty, or ugly, or just plain;
    This old world is full of people–all just the same.
    Perception is the difference–no one can explain;
    Variety is a miracle, in which, no one is to blame.

    Aunt Bingy has a limp; Uncle Moe rides in a chair;
    Their love moves them along…with brightly care.
    Years have come and gone–for this captive pair;
    They look very different now…in what they wear.

    I’m trying desperately hard to believe what I see;
    Everything is so peculiar, even animals and trees.
    There is no place on earth, where I happen to be,
    Can be more lovely than the many miracles I see.

    This room is full of people, bursting at the seams;
    But, no one enters my eyes–looking just the same.
    Haven’t I met you somewhere…before you came?
    Didn’t your nose come from?…Heaven is to blame.
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