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Scrapbook poems There are things one understands and accepts
Things one understands but does not accept
Thing one does not understand
Yet still accepts
And then there are things no one understands
No one accepts
I am one of those things
I am a variant
No one understands me,
No one accepts me.
Few know of me,
but none of my powers.
No one cares
They don't understand
and never will
Not if I can help it
