একটা সময় ছিল ব্লগে যখন মধ্যরাতে, মধ্যদুপুরে সেই সময়ের অনুভূতি নিয়ে পোস্ট লেখা হত। এই বিষয়ে কবি আমি ও আমরার কথা মনে পড়ছে অনেক, ছন্নছাড়ার পেন্সীল ও খুব যুক্ত ছিলেন। আজ সেরকমই একটি পোষ্ট। পিটার ইয়ারোর অসামান্য গান: ডোন্ট লাফ এ্যাট মি...চামড়ার নীচে আমরা সবাই সমান

I'm a little boy with glasses
The one they call the geek
A little girl who never smiles
'Cause I've got braces on my teeth
And I know how it feels
To cry myself to sleep

I'm that kid on every playground
Who's always chosen last
A single teenage mother
Tryin' to overcome my past
You don't have to be my friend
But is it too much to ask

Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me

I'm the cripple on the corner
You've passed me on the street
And I wouldn't be out here beggin'
If I had enough to eat
And don't think I don't notice
That our eyes never meet

I lost my wife and little boy when
Someone cross that yellow line
The day we laid them in the ground
Is the day I lost my mind
And right now I'm down to holdin'
This little cardboard sign...so

Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me

I'm fat, I'm thin, I'm short, I'm tall
I'm deaf, I'm blind, hey, aren't we all

Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
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