I am an outre I think out of the box In an unusual theatre Perhaps an unwanted fox. My oddity evident I question answers To questions so different Peeling each from the others. Outre exterior scares me not but the outre hidden inside Causes tremors in my lot Poker face on bare hide Each is created angelic With disposition of a child By certain stroke so eccentric Chooses to be internally wild. © Loreta C. Bande
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