The pictures on my wall
Are square
Where did the round ones go?
The ovals, diamonds and triangles?
Should they not be
All together? ?
Just like us
The people, animals, trees and flowers
All mixed on the outside
Bright and bold
BUT
When everyone comes home
The frames are square
Perhaps we should stay outside
And
Learn a lesson
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