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I live in perfect love

of the aberrations around me....

I know they can't take me straight,

or, even themselves for that matter,

so, I twist the dance to get a word through....

we all do, if we know what we're doing....

poems are self secret too.

It's good to gather,

at least, to look,

appreciate the joys we have.

We're not painting our faces

with smiles "to meet the faces we meet",

at least, the ones that get the jokes.