Tis odd how we feel,
People at their worst unpredictable be.
Yet the best in all trump's expectations,
Impossible to predict, the warmest of hugs.
Tis a comfort sometimes,
To see the worst in some.
For that is often better,
Than the best in a few, quite few.
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Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
