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It's not good form to think the way I do
Of course you'll note that hasn't stopped me yet.
There aren't so many like me now, it's true,
And there will soon be fewer, I would bet.
It isn't that the world out there won't let
There be more like me, just that we don't grow
As frequently as others, so we're met
Less often, and nobody seems to know
What they should do with us, which goes to show
That being different isn't always fun.
Yet I feel better this way even so
And even if I am the only one:
Although I'm odd, at least I know my thought
Is self-produced and therefore not store-bought.