Oh! That notorious little magical pea in a pod. In that basket there were lots of pods and she was not welcome. She would often run away from the pod and was not welcome back. All she wanted was a pod where she fit, all she wanted was a pod where she fit.
First, she went to a tiny pod. Oh! how scared the other peas were.
Then, she went to a big pod. Oh! how tiny she was.
She then tried a new pod. Oh! how old she was.
Then she tried an old pod. Oh! how young she was.
Then she tried a green pod. Oh! how blue she was.
In the whole round basket, there was no pod where she belonged. No pod that she longed for. This wait had been quite prolonged.
The tired blue oddly sized middle aged pea then found a corner. A dark corner which scared her more. She would look up at all the pods she'd once been a part of and wondered where she belonged? Was there any place in the round basket where she fit?
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