it is said by many
that kinds of people are not a few
lifestyles, skin color
eyes brown, green, gray and blue
soft voices, shrill laughter
sing songy rhythms, dull monoloques
eyes that sparkle like stars
teeth that shine brightly or teeth that rot
so many kinds of people
could it be that it's really not true
maybe all kinds of people
are really one or maybe just two
some I have met do a lot
with little no thought what they have not
others are quite content
to do just a little with a lot
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