No it's not a typo
Yes to that extra s!
Must now confess:
Sometimess, sob uncontrollably like an insolent infant.
" ", cheat at romance and gamble good opportunities away.
" ", fret in regret — forgetting getting older.
" ", feel vulnerable or weak; oppressed by what's professed in houses of public acknowledgement.
" ", resent the advent of cement, asphalt, and autos. Pedestrian playing fields aren't level.
" ", realize having had 'it' all along, then smack forehead!
" ", sing actions out loud as if every mundane move was a lyric.
" ", laugh to self about zany harebrained schemes just then conceived.
" ", nickname everyone in sight to the point of becoming obnoxious.
" ", wish friends from over the years were a lot closer by during hardships.
" ", mind being reminded that this terrestrial husk must eventually be shed.
" ", look forward to crossing over after spending an entire lifetime in relegation.
" ", catch glimpses of that gracious blue yonder beyond any Terran wonder ...
Held as more than human —
Rare specimen (a lumen).
Descendants' blood? Type O!
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