The center of my universe is me,
and circumstances here are rather nice.
The next concentric circle’s family,
and though my peers and elders give advice,
there’s plenty of respect and courtesy.
My neighborhood demands no sacrifice.
But farther out – the more the distance grows –
a tide of ignorance and rudeness flows.

(Ottava Rima)

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