some of us
man or woman
some people
are made for family
and some just
for the wild
but running
now on developed terrain
but knowledge is not enough
for the scientists
have yet to work out
a barometer
or index to tell
one from the other;
till then
evolutionary instinct in each
should help
but that gets short-circuited
by dissemblance
one way or other;
so looks like -
friends and foes
like and unlike
lovers and un-loved -
like it or not,
we are stuck with
one another
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