A duck is not the duck
Who told you not known to me.
Here I have already crossed over
The middle of life.
At present see, I walk like a duck,
And you all fooled and I am
Busy with my own growing patterns.
Dear, please try to understand
Your own values in this environment that I accept with reasons not tested.
In my own force I enrol myself
And acknowledged your presence.
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