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Oct 2012
I don't know why I do it to myself.
I guess it's what I'm used to.
I usually sit alone in the park,
No one to accompany me.
I see something funny,
and I laugh by myself.

It's not that I'm rude, or mean, or even nice.
It's that I'm different,
Something of substance of what usually you cannot find.
I'm not arrogant, nor shallow.
Not ***** or angry.
Just myself.

I once tried to be like others, laughing like them.
But I didn't get anywhere.
I'm not like them, they're shallow and rude.
So I tried something different, something noble,
And I just found myself laughing.
Alone, thinking of my ups and downs.
Sitting at the table with my toast,
Laughing by myself.
Alice Kennedy
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Alice Kennedy  Cambridge
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