Thank you, Chelsea
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You're unusual, Chelsea. I'd be surprised If no one has said that to you. It's not that Your hair's oddly colored. It isn't, nor do you Appear to have any tattoos. Neither of those Is eccentric these days, as every babe from The suburbs sports both in her futile attempt To prove she's not the same as the other gum Poppers at large in the mall. No; it's More that you'd rather spelunk than go Shopping. You speak in a whisper Of things which aren't there, or, at least, Can't be seen by the others around you. You frighten the dogs which pass you In the park. You're a beacon of strangeness In this dreary landscape of look-alike Houses, and chain stores, and people Of means, all nonentities, despite Died hair and tattoos. © Lawrence Beck 2022, 2023
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