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Weird

From his birth they knew something was off,

the doctor said so with an irritating cough.

 

He was slower than other kids his age,

he could so easily work himself into a rage.

 

His mother told him she loved him every day,

trying to keep others' harsh comments at bay.

 

When he grew up kids would make fun of him,

saying 'you're weird' and pushing him at the gym.

 

He talked slowly and walked in a funny way,

hence becoming everyone's easy prey.

 

They sent him away to live in a special place,

where he was allowed to move at his own pace.

 

There were other kids who thought he was funny,

making the new place suddenly seem sunny.

 

'Am I weird?' he asked his teacher after a while,

'Weird and wonderfully beautiful.' she said with a smile.

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