Each
person we meet
On
any old street
Is
fraught with imperfection
Though
maybe unclear
To
the eye or ear
‘Tis
naught cause for rejection
Sitting
on a seat
Or
walking on feet
There
ought to be reflection
So
hoist up your beer
And
toast without fear
We’re
taught to seek connection
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