Leaves in the Fall
The world is full of greed and deceit, to find a true friend can be quite a feat. All people are different so march to your beat. If I could change one thing, one thing in all, I'd change acceptance to common, like leaves in the fall. Transformation is common and each leave's unique. Forming one's color requires no one technique. Each person's extraordinary, in their own special way, whether black, white, or brown, female or male, or straight or gay.
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