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| A Trip to the Museum |
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I pray sometimes that my eye doth deceive, That those before me aren't as they appear. I pray for just a second of repreive But all my prayers are spake to stifled ears. Exhibits here, but none please more than eye, Stalk to and fro and go about their chores. We need those things, but few need more than I To open windows and to unlock doors. But such as those are not for such as me. Exhibits are just meant to make you stare. And stare I do, for I can plainly see That they are cased in glass and I'm out here. 
I know they look at me and dub me strange
But people cased in glass will never change.
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