Was not a simple one for the duckling
She could have chosen
The easy path of beauty
And gotten lost
In some indignity
Was that what beauty cost
When it only goes skin-deep
But ugly all the way to bone
Often drifting alone
A swan has time to meditate
On questions such as these
The swan floats on
The dark waters of the past
It does what it please
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