Stranger Me
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Strange are my ways
I am a strange creature
In grief I laugh
it has to happen
why cry
be happy he/she
passed by
when all enjoy
I cry
no,
the tears are not of sadness
but joy
glad they also laugh
like I do always
else most Humans
I see are humourless
So being a stranger creature
is fun
All out of fear
are on the run
fear I alone shun
beg no pardon
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