Let us exult the misfits,
The delicious broken biscuits,
The weirdies, the beardies,
All those who quietly risk it,
The inventive and the sensitive
Who ask you how you're going --
And want a real answer --
They have struggles of their own.
Cerebral conflagrations,
Cacophonies of thought,
Whilst the world turns far too quickly
And spins some of us off.
Listen: somewhere, right this moment,
Somebody reads the newest
In a series they've adored
Since you guided their soul to it,
And they will share the secret
That there's magic in those words,
And that angels live amongst us
But they hide their wings on Earth.
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