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May 2020
Dry up your tears
my little friend.
To whom the
name is given:clumpsy.
That word which made you
feel out of place,
regarded
and of low regard.


That word they spoke,
as though
a plague had come
upon you.
Good radiance
to the ones who called you
clumpsy,
for they are not worth
the tears.


They
For if everyone
was ' a swift' or 'smart'
tell me,
what shall this world be?


It is the slow
and the steady, the clumpsy
with wisdom to whom,
the earth pays her dues.
People are different. Everyone cannot be the same.
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