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The Core


People, with clothes on their back,

Look like artists or lawyers,

Like they could run on a track,

But, in a pool, a clean bussiness employer

Turns into a fat ordinary sack.

Now, why is it that without clothes that he wore

He turns into a fat slob with a really bad odor?

Because of the core. 

Even a smelly walking boulder

Can look and sound like he is cared for

If a mask is used to block our sight like joker.

Once stripped of the mask, the core, the inside

Is easy to see

Through the veil and divide

Of you and of me.

So stop hiding behind masks and open wide,

For it's a beautiful thing to be.

The world can now see the true side

Of you and of me.

 

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