REECE THE CHAMELEON…

WHEN I THINK OF SCHOOL PART TWENTY-SIX

D. David Croot has been writing on and off (pretty much continually) for nineteen hundred years. He is no preternatural creature, no real special abilities or heightened desires to speak of, but he’s put in his four-trillion hours and it’s all for you my sweaty precious and sublimely beautiful creatures.

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Reece the chameleon

would laugh at and with any comedian

As long as they did not beat him

As long as they did not chase him

He’d dress like them.

He’d talked like them.

He’d get beaten verbally by them

He’d take it all as a joke by them

Pretty soon he was one of them.

When he got bored with them

he’d drive into another disguise

hanging around with all the other guys

A sportsmen he was not

The only kid in school to wear a cravat

Trying out whatever he could be

This loose limbed kid could not smile correctly

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