Misfits Are Us
by Richard H. Fay
Weirdos Unite!
Square pegs, eccentrics, and mavericks,
Misfits are MY people!
Normal is boring!
Oddballs, heretics, and renegades,
Rebels are MY tribe!
Conformers be damned!
Creatives, free-thinkers, and free-spirits
Rule the day!
Sunday, August 10, 2025
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