I am a brooch,
My bright colors will taunt your eyes.
The colors are no ordeal,
Yet they maintain emulation.
I am a genius,
If our theories do not mock emulsion.
At times I’m a feeble guinea pig,
I’m still on top with no inauguration.
I am surely gifted,
My mind is a powerful oration.
I’m still such a novice,
Future talent will encamp in me.
My charm will lead you on,
I know how to lead your way.
Don’t reckon opposition,
Don’t see my unhappiness.
I am gently kind,
Partial sense, partial parochial.
Terrariums are not from me.
My perfection stays within a circumference,
But in my own way I am as perfect as can be.

 
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