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The Weirdo
Would they think “she’s a weirdo” If I hugged this tree? It feels my love and will listen to me. I somehow know I can touch a star, It’s easy for me, I’ve come so far, I’ve even talked to an angel; “Well bugger me!” I can hear you say condescendingly, “It’s all in her mind, She’s a nutter, we think”; I just smile and give you A knowing wink.
by Carol |