A Person of Superior Quality
She compliments me
She says she admires my work
I laugh on the inside
but outwardly am pleasant
She does not realize
that I am a mere dilettante
of the weakest kind
While she is a talent in every field
Every day she works
she leaps and bounds
She surpasses me somehow
and I watch from my plateau
As she flies away
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