
I am lamb at a vegetarian dinner.
I am a bike on an eight lane freeway.
I am dialup in a building with free wireless.
I am a rowboat in the desert.
You know what I am.
Still I forget from time to time.
I hide my shame with simple rhyme.
I'm all alone with this hill to climb.
Why do you have to remind me?
If you were a size ten woman in a store that sells only size zero dresses, you might possibly begin to understand, though it would not be the same because in my world there are no stores with size ten dresses nor is there enough cloth to make them.
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