I had a friend who was strange.
As strange as strange can be.
She’d jump into a muddy drain
To rescue a stranded puppy.
Her pockets were full of crumbs
That she fed to the little birds.
She used twigs to move earthworms
That wiggled in the middle of roads.
She didn’t like candy, dolls or ribbons
New dresses, hair clips or nail paint.
But she’d climb trees to help kittens,
And one day, she told me the reason.
That she did these on her own accord,
As being kind itself was a true reward.
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