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Jun 2014
I'm a teapot,
Neither short nor stout.
Actually, I'm rather tall,
And I thin right out.

I have a sturdy handle,
And a functional spout,
But I still look too odd,
So I'm teased or left out.

Why are they so quick to judge me?
And based only on my funny form?
I know I do look different.
I know I'm not the norm.

But look inside at my rich contents.
My tea's as fine as any teapot's.
Isn't that what matters most, in the end?
I know what I'm worth. Why let them call the shots?
Wellan Xi
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Wellan Xi
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