The AQ Test

My kids, my sibs, some grandkids took the quiz.
And I was shocked to learn my score appeared
more high than even I expected. ‘Tis
support for how I’ve always sported weird.
No treatment’s needed, but reactions fizz
in me – some locks of social clamor cleared.
A word has no affect on how I’m living –
it’s subtle, but I feel more self-forgiving.

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