Level One. Odd One Out.
Level One. Odd One Out.
By Michelle Lloyd.
Not everyone was similar or the same,
it was a fact of life and a gift in the game.
Realising not what set us apart but what we could share,
it meant so much more richness of which Sammy could be aware.
Climbing to some of his friends was their chosen art,
while others he knew could move about quick as a dart.
No one was as each other exactly and of that Sammy was glad,
there was richness, variety and versatility to be had.