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by: Peter Johnson
uploaded: 02/14/2014
Every day Im a little more protective Listen maybe you will understand my perspective Let me make clear the intent of this directive I wont let her be absorbed into the collective She was born a misfit Is it so hard to tell And the world may never like her Another post-postmodern infidel Shes smarter than the average bare-faced liar Shes smarter faster stronger better should you inquire Though she may never win public acclaim There are better things to hear than crowds shouting your name We call it refugee camping in the homeland of her foes scorned like the child in The Emperors New Clothes You cant tolerate dissent but thats what you have got Im sorry shes made that way, or maybe Im not Theyll rewrite the laws to hold her back Cos the game is fixed, the decks are all stacked you can try to try her, make her disappear but you will a never find a jury of her peers She was born a misfit Is it so hard to tell And the world may never want her So they can just go to - someplace far away and I think shell do well (A Valentine, sort of)  
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