Different (Poem)(C. Johnson) I never seem to see what others see.
I never flee when others flee.
I never seem to smell what others smell.
And I don't like to dwell where other dwell.
But I have always been different,
and I guess I like the way I am.

When I walk outside,
I like to smell the breeze,
And try to hug all of the trees.
When I see the homeless on the street,
I like to give them a treat.
But I have always been different,
and I like the way I am.

When I see a fly buzzing by,
I smile and I say “Good bye!”
I try to avoid stepping on grass,
For to me, stepping on grass is like stepping on glass.
But I have always been different,
and I love the way I am.

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