by Glenn Meisenheimer
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"No two the same", my momma told me.
Squinting as the snowflakes fall,
Wondering how many billions all in all.
"They're all like that", they like to say,
Placing people into bins,
So that they can hierarchize; assigning sins.
"No two the same", my momma told me.
Best to get to know each one.
You'll find they don't fit in their box, before you're done.
People are a lot like snowflakes,
They come in many shapes and forms,
And rarely choose to acquiesce to other's norms.
"No two the same", I tell my children.
"No two the same", I voice the phrase.
Words of wisdom I'll remember all my days.