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Headed the Wrong Way
From the first day,
I was headed the wrong way.
Kept from the herd,
Stay away was the word.
So it’s no surprise,
I became socially unwise.
Left to myself,
Like a book on a shelf.
Or a toy in a chest,
Forgotten at rest.
Apart from the herd,
Though that is absurd.
Didn’t run with them then,
I was kept in pen.
A recluse mother,
didn’t let me discover;
friends, or socialize,
nearly led to my demise.
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