Tis true, my form is something odd
but blaming me, is blaming God,
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you
If I could reach from pole to pole
or grasp the ocean with the span,
I would be measured by the soul
The mind's the standard of the man
False greatness, as lived by the Elephant Man
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Saturday, April 27, 2013
