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She frolics, jumps, and teases.
The world around her now her stage,
A role she never chooses,
And in not choosing, ceases acting.
Now herself.
Though others never guess.
Honesty like hers,
A foreign concept to most all.
And, in their judgement of her 'performance',
They unfairly cut at her.
And, in their blindness,
Fail to see her bleed.
It saddens me to think,
That foolishness might create,
What the blind believe they see.
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