Cherries in Apple Sauce

It's wonderful to like something eccentric,
It isn't eccentric to like something 'wonderful',
So the norm among us is to choose the absurd,
And the exception now is what once was the norm,
So I'd like to put forth my view,
I don't like cherries in apple sauce,
As much as I like caramel popcorn,
I like the good more than the bad,
I like animals more than villains (in books),
I love being proper (not as prim, because I am messy)
I like fun, not sauce,
I like simplicity, not cunning, nor lavishness,
And I'm the one who's weird now,
So, luckily for me, I'm proud of being different.
Unlike what was the case decades ago,
And history tells me , that recurrence is a common phenomenon,
So if you find yourself like me, remember,
You will make history,
By kindling a new trend,
Once Upon A Time, the strange, gave rise to an era of 'strangers',
Who have conquered the world now,
So you will, too.
Because of your uniqueness.
Bad and good are opposites ,
See,
So how can you think,
That it is bad,
To be ''good''?

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