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When one arm is the same As the other one, You might feel slight shame, And slightly down and dum.
You may feel that you're strange Not like the others you are, With two arms of power, It acts like a scar.
But this is not the point For unique you are now, And friends are all you need, You may wonder how.
Well be kind and helpful and free, Don't listen to any remarks, And one day you will see, A vision of friends in the park.
Viraj Bhanshaly
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