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I like what I'm doing. Today at 88, I wouldn't think of quitting because I can't think of anything else I would rather do. And now with my lectures on all the charitable things that I do, just as you do, I think that what I'm doing matters.

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The Little Things That I Can Do

to be what i am
is first,
to affirm what you are
is another,
to be in harmony
with nature,
to live in peace
to work for progress
to respect others
to love God and country
but God above all
with all my mind, my heart and soul
these are the little things
that i think i can do well
even without my government
aiding.

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It's the little things that make a big difference.

some say it's the little things that matter,
i'm starting to see why,
these are the moments that you remember,
when somebody takes the time,
to do something special,
that one little thing,
can brighten up somebodys day,
i'm not a hard person to please,
it just that some take me for granted,
they bring out the worse in me,
of course i'm going to ask for more,
i love to share my kindness,
but only to ppl who deserve it,
call me mean,
i'm starting not to care,
if i cared what everybody think,
just to make them happy,
all of that don't mean a thing,
if i'm not the one happy.

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Till All the Bad Things Came Untrue

BY blacksoil plains burned grey with drought
Where desert shrubs and grasses grow,
Along the Land of Furthest Out
That only Overlanders know.
I dreamed I camped on river grass
In bends where river timber grew—
I dreamed, I dreamed the days to pass
Till all the bad things came untrue.

I dreamed that I was young again,
But was not young as I had been,
My path through life seemed fair and plain,
My sight and hearing clear and keen.
No longer bent nor lined and grey,
I met and loved and worshipped you
I dreamed, I dreamed the days away
Till all the sad things came untrue.

I dreamed a home of freestone stood
With toned tiled roofs as roofs should be,
By cliff and fall and beach and wood
With wide verandahs to the sea.
I dreamed a hale gudeman and wife,
With sons and daughters well-to-do,
Lived there the glorious old home life
And all the mad things were untrue.

From blacksoil plains burned bare with drought
Where years are sown that never grow—
From dead grey creeks of dreams and drought,
Through black-ridged wastes of weirdest woe,
I tramped and camped with fearsome fare
Until the sea-scape came in view,
And lo! the home lay smiling there
And all the bad things were untrue.

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Patrick White

All The Good Reasons That Get In The Way Of Writing

All the good reasons that get in the way of writing,
baby needs new shoes, and you're conscientious and diligent,
will kill you faster than the bad ones
that brought you to the edge of your mindstream in the first place
to dip your skull like the cup of the moon
in the wellsprings of your own imagination
instead of always sipping spit from other men's mouths.

I'm not saying don't do what you must do
to be a decent human being, or as close as you can get,
but when you're creatively underwhelmed
by the rising Rockies of Circumstance
losing their footing like an avalanche of cornerstones
coming down on you like a barrage of asteroids,
you better find a mountain gear deep within yourself
to power you out of the way of your own collapsing mindscape.

Don't come to a reasonable truce with the ashen exigencies
of the underwhelming reality love married you to,
or pontificate like a hollow urn on the tragic absence
of even so much as an echo of yourself to make a comeback
or tell me you squandered it all like apple bloom
when everything I've read of what you haven't written
smells like smoke from a distant pyre on the wind.

Remember the fire. Even if you have to burn underground
through the occult roots of the cedars, or bury yourself
powdered in red ochre under the hearthstones
of your prophetic forebears erasing your picture-music
from the cave walls like graffiti under a bridge
between this world as it never is when you look too closely,
and the one that's working on you like spiritual water on limestone.
Remember the fire. Remember the discipline
of disobedience that tempted you to steal it in the first place
like a Spartan boy with a hot fox, as it
eats you from the outside in without you saying a word
lest you get caught ratting your deepest secret out in agony.
Or regenerative Prometheus chained to a rock like a salamander
born in the fire of his own afterbirth. Know this.
Lightning doesn't strike the roosters of fire
that crow like weathervanes pinned
like a medal from an old campaign to the axis of the wind
as if the dawn were some kind of triumph over the night.

Cradle that fire in your hands like a bird that's fallen to earth,
or a lamp of holy oil in a niche of unanswered longings,
a candle in a hurricane of boarded up windows,
the light of your own mind, casting shadows of time
like a sundial with a wilder imagination
than its usefulness might at first glance suggest.

Nor will it do to catch a falling star and put it in your pocket,
or pour gold down your throat like the Parthians did Crassus
and expect to shine like a lighthouse in a diamond mine
with the voice of an oracular canary in a cage.
You've got to live inexhaustibly
what you're going to write about first
if you want to burn down the Library of Alexandria
in a gamma ray burst of creative annihilation
because you can only master as much life
as you've surrendered to like a heretic at the stake
or a pine cone germinating the seeds of enlightenment
like a zen hermit in a forest fire. Don't take
all the beautiful green swords flaming like wild irises
whose beauty you fall upon like an honourable death
and abuse them like the palings of a gate or a fence around paradise.

Even if you've only got a firefly of talent
left in the caldera of an extinct volcano,
a spark in the firepit of a burnt out dragon,
a smouldering ember from last night's fire in the stove
on a cold morning when the windows are blazing with ice,
you must be crazy and wise enough oxymoronically
to be the benign tyrant of your own Golden Age
like Pericles of Athens, with a politically incorrect
lover for a muse you look upon like the Parthenon
as if she were a phase of the moon. Even if
you love the swaying silver of the wind
over the heavy-grained harvest breaking water
like a bell under a redundant blue moon,
don't shrink from threshing it if you want to
share it like bread with people as hungry as you are
to eat the heart of the king of the waxing year,
like Wodin made a sacrifice of himself to himself,
or life thrives on itself like a soccer team
that crashed landed on a mountaintop,
or the cosmic eggs of turtles feeds a manger of seagulls,
and the grass eats the grazer, and the grazer eats the grass.
Or if you're too sensitive to compassionately take life
in order to give it, sharpen the edge of your golden sickle
on the whetstone of the moon, and express your mercy
as Muhammad suggested, with a quick kill
you can hold love responsible for like a spiritual alibi
if you've got genius enough to heal it like a inspired liar.

You have to be part salmon. A battering ram
swimming upstream against the flow of circumstance
like the gate of a water castle you're besieging
to lay your blunted sword down in tribute
among the sacred pools of life that gave it to you
at the beginning of your song, like fire from their eyes
to wage a holy war of one on their behalf
you're doomed to lose like a conflict that progresses
from one defeat to the next against ever stronger adversaries,
angels in the way, shaitans obstructing the path for your own good,
who realize, too late, with every encounter,
you're growing stronger than the best reasons
could have anticipated strategically.

Be a good apple tree, lyrically seasoned and epically strong
as Lao Tzu and the Druid aptly described you
like the sacred syllable in the heartwood of the letter Q,
and express yourself completely without intending
the betterment of anything, though all do,
from wasps and birds to bears and humans
with the beauty of your blossoms, the wisdom of your leaves,
and the generosity of the sacrifice that laid you out
like a windfall of dice enshrining the eyes that can see
like seeds in the sibylline books of the apple
the risk they'll need to take tomorrow like a fire swallower
of the sun and the moon to keep their planets shining
from the inside out in the Goldilocks zone
of a light that's been sweetened immanentally
by a dangerously habitable life holding up
a lantern in the dark that disappointment, defeat and struggle
could no more put out than a volunteer fire brigade of waterclocks
for the best of reasons could put out the stars in an arsonist's heart.

Set the world afire like a flame that writes on the wind,
poppies flaring uncontrollably across your field of vision.
Burn like a two-eyed passion for everything
you can see and be on the earth that consumes you
in the equinoctial fires of your vernal immolations,
not a magnifying glass that intensifies the sun into
the capricious focus of an idle boy on a cruel afternoon
shepherding ants like prophetic semi-colons into a furnace.

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A Womans Love

By alan jackson
I have felt it
And I have held it
I have known
A womans love
I have tasted
And I have wasted
A womans love
And I know
Ill never understand
All the little things
That make it grand
A womans love
And I know
Ill never come face to face
With any thing
That takes the place
Of a womans love
Well I have kiss it
Tried to resist it
I have missed
A womans love
And I have hated
Taken for granted
A womans love
Well I have needed
And I have pleaded
And I have lost
A womans love
And I have worshipped
And I have cursed it
A womans love
Well I adore it
Thank God for it
A womans love

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Our Progeny....

there are so many things that we cannot really have
sometimes we complain, feeling the injustice, disgruntled over
an unfairness,

when we were young, we wage a rebellion,
about a system that did not satisfy our longings, that give us pain

many died, the system is cruel, many suffered, because they are
too unforgiving,

those who still live, spend their dignities in prison cells
hidden from the light of the sun, the promises of the day,

we who live in the silence of our disgust have chosen the silence
we too suffer,
we die so many deaths everyday
we want to bury ourselves
but our progeny stopped us

now we are attuned for all the other things that we cannot have
we embraced more silence, we have become numb and we claim some slices
of this wisdom

in our hearts we cultivate this culture of indifference
like rats deprived of our fields, we transfer from one hollowness to
another

the things that we cannot have have become more real
as real as our tired hands, our fed up brains, our decimated human
existence

we have worked so hard, yet the things that we cannot have
still remained hanging above us like ripe fruits beyond the reach of our calloused hands


we begin to accept these things that we cannot really have
we bowed to their being unreachable, we focus our sights on the ground, soft, dry sands,

we take a handful, and all of them slip from the hold of our palms from the slits of our fingers

we have so much of these things now, and they have become innumerable.
our young who have become bold and brave shall come in, to repeat
what we have started, and unless they win

we still can never have them.

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An Evening Walk in Spring

IT was but some few nights ago
I wandered down this quiet lane;
I pray that I may never know
The feelings then I felt, again.
The leaves were shining all about,
You might almost have seen them springing;
I heard the cuckoo’s simple shout,
And all the little birds were singing.
It was not dull, the air was clear,
All lovely sights and sounds to deal,
My eyes could see, my ears could hear,
Only my heart, it would not feel;
And yet that it should not be so,
My mind kept telling me within;
Though nought was wrong that I did know,
I thought I must have done some sin.
For I am sure as I can be,
That they who have been wont to look
On all in Nature’s face they see,
Even as in the Holy Book;
They who with pure and humble eyes
Have gazed and read her lessons high,
And taught their spirits to be wise
In love and human sympathy,—
That they can soon and surely tell
When aught has gone amiss within,
When the mind is not sound and well,
Nor the soul free from taint of sin.
For as God’s Spirit from above,
So Beauty is to them below,
And when they slight that holy love,
Their hearts that presence may not know.
So I turned home the way I came,
With downcast looks and heavy heart,
A guilty thing and full of shame,
With a dull grief that had no smart.
It chanced when I was nearly there
That all at once I raised my eyes—
Was it a dream, or vision rare,
That then they saw before them rise?
I see it now, before me here,
As often, often I have done,
As bright as it could then appear,
All shining in the setting sun.
Elms, with their mantling foliage spread,
And tall dark poplars rising out,
And blossomed orchards, white and red,
Cast, like a long low fence, about;
And in the midst the grey church-tower,
With one slight turret at its side,
Bringing to mind with silent power
Those thousand homes the elm-trees hide.
And then there came the thought of one
Who on his bed of sickness lay,
Whilst I beneath the setting sun
Was dreaming this sweet hour away.
I thought of hearts for him that beat,
Of aching eyes their watch that kept;
The sister’s and the mother’s seat—
And oh! I thought I should have wept.
And oh, my spirit melted then,
The weight fell off me that I bore,
And now I felt in truth again
The lovely things that stood before.
O blessed, blessed scene, to thee,
For that thy sweet and softening power,
I could have fallen upon my knee,
Thy stately elms, thy grey church-tower.
So then I took my homeward way,
My heart in sweet and holy frame,
With spirit, I may dare to say,
More good and soft than when I came.

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I Want The Best Things In Life

who would not want to be the best?
who would not want to have all the best that life can offer?
i, too want the best things that life can offer.
but, it is not what life is all about
we too, must share the sacrifices of the few,
so others may live, so others may have what we always had.
we are too, the passions of Christ.

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All the stars of your sky - Original by Rabindranath Tagore

All the stars of your sky tonight
Have come in my mind to give light!

Now your world has crashed into me
Breaking into pieces of glee!
All blossoms of your all the groves
Now manifest on my body!

All the worlds’ happiness and bliss
Are to me what deep fragrance is!
Now they all have come in my mind
To praise you in temple of peace!

I am so deep in thought today
From this world I am far away!
Breath of the world plays in my mind
Wonderful music that can pray!

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The little things that make my teeth clean

Of course, the champion is the toothpick
Always the wooden, bamboo toothpick
Or could be the fine dental floss
But I always need a mirror to use that
And eventually I find it more expensive
And time consuming

And then I can have a little twig
Of guava,
I like the odor and I have the
Last chew and
Oh my
I can chew the same and swallow

But without the toothpick or the floss
And when I am in a bus and there is
No guava tree

I simply have my tongue and the
Nail helping it to get rid

Of
You know what.

Life is like that.

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Sonnet XVI: Mongst All the Creatures

An Allusion to the Phoenix

'Mongst all the creatures in this spacious round
Of the birds' kind, the Phoenix is alone,
Which best by you of living things is known;
None like to that, none like to you is found.
Your beauty is the hot and splend'rous sun,
The precious spices be your chaste desire,
Which being kindled by that heav'nly fire,
Your life so like the Phoenix's begun;
Yourself thus burned in that sacred flame,
With so rare sweetness all the heav'ns perfuming,
Again increasing as you are consuming,
Only by dying born the very same;
And, wing'd by fame, you to the stars ascend,
So you of time shall live beyond the end.

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We Have All The Time In The World

WE HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD ARMSTRONG
A Gbm A Gbm
Gbm A Gbm Dbm7 Em
We have all the time in the world
Em Bm E7
Time enough for life to unfould
E7 A E7
all the precious things love has in store
E7 A Gbm Dbm7 Em
We have all the love in the world
Em Bm E7 A
If that's all we love you will find we need nothing more
C Bb F F7+
Every step of the way will find us
Bb Ab Db E7
With the cares of the world far behind us
A Gbm Dbm7
We have all the time in the world
Em Gbm Bm7 A
Just for love nothing more nothing less only love
A / Gbm // x3
C Bb F F7+
Every step of the way will find us
Bb Ab Db E7
With the cares of the world far behind us
A Gbm Dbm7
We have all the time in the world
Em Gbm Bm7 A
Just for love nothing more nothing less only love
A / Gbm // x3

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Dim All The Lights (Promotional 12" Single)

CHORUS:
Dim all the lights sweet darling
Cause tonight it's all the way
Turn up the old Victrola
Gonna dance the night away
Love just don't come easy
Though it seldom does
When you find the perfect love
Let it fill you up
REPEAT CHORUS
Dim all the lights sweet honey
Cause tonight it's you and me
No need to worry darling
Cause it's for eternity
Love don't come easy
This you know I understand
I want to be your woman
If you'll be my man
Let yourself go freely and I'll
Show you things that you've dreamed of
Don't think that your dreaming
We've found the perfect love
And I'm like a cup come fill me up
REPEAT CHORUS
Do what you want
You can use me all up
Take me bottom to top
Don't leave even one drop
No,no,no do it tonight
You know the moment's so right
Turn my brown body white
Come on dim all the lights
REPEAT CHORUS

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All The Things

You paint a rainbow of emotion
You are the rhythm...life is the dance... yeah
You are the queen of many faces
How you can move me with just one glance
I dont stand a chance
All the things I love about you
Keeps amazing me now
All the things I love about you
Youre a garden of many hidden secrets
Leaving clues to the mysteries you will reveal
You are the eyes of intuition
You see through illusion... you know whats real
Just something you feel
All of the things I love about you
Ten thousand dreams you make come true
Devil and angel, lover melted into one...
All the things I love about you
Keeps amazing me now
All the things I love about you
My while world revolves around you
Changing colors with the moon...
Keep amazing me I never get enough
You twist the truth still yourre sincere
To get your way youll shed a tear
Dont need a reason when youre beautiful...
All of the things I love about you
Then thousand dreams you make come true
Devil and angel, lover melted into one...
My whole world revolves around you
Changing colors with the moon.
All the things I love about you

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The More Things Change

The more we see real change, the more things remain the same,
In regards to the world’s morality, and what moves you and me.
There’s a battle for righteousness, which is going on in all of us,
A battle opposing what is right, through evil forces of the night.

Though oblivious to it some may be, this is a battle for eternity,
A battle using hearts and minds, with many people, of all kinds.
The battle waged by Satan friend, a wicked battle, unto the end,
One warring against every soul, to get a harvest from man’s fall.

With nothing new under the sun, Satan still today uses everyone,
And his strategy’s still the same, as the Lord he’s out to defame.
Satan has one desire for all, the eternal damnation of man’s soul,
After influencing you to disbelieve, he continues only to deceive.

Satan is determined because Christ, still offers all men New Life,
Contrary to eternal death ahead, for him, who says God is dead.
It is the Devil’s unchanging ploy, to deceive all and then destroy,
And Satan today is alive and well, seducing multitudes into Hell.

All hope men have in this life, as the Devil fills hearts with strife,
Is in He, who changes not at all, Christ, who died for every soul,
His plan since Adam and Eve, is Eternal Life for all who believe,
As the last change Satan will see, is the Lake of Fire for eternity.

(Copyright ©02/2008)

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What About The Children

Tears streaming down, her heart is broken
And because her heart is hurting, so am I
He wears a frown, his dreams are choking
And because he stands alone, his dreams will die
So, humbly I come to you and I say
As I sound aloud the warfare of today
Please hear me, I pray
CHORUS
What about the children
To ignore is so easy
So many innocent children will choose the wrong way
So what about the children
Remember when we were children
And if not for those who loved us and who cared enough to show us
Where would we be today
So, where is your son
and where lies his refuge
And if that young man can't come to you, then where can that young man run to
She's such a foolish foolish girl, yet still, she's your daughter
And if you will just reminisce on all the crazy things that you did when you were that young
You see, it's not where you've been, nor what you've done
Because I know a friend who specializes in great outcomes
See His love overcomes
CHORUS
What about the children
To ignore is so easy
So many innocent children will choose the wrong way
So what about the children
Remember when we were children
And if not for those who loved us and who cared enough to show us
Where would we be today..............
What about the children they need our help today
And what about the children they need us
more than ever more than ever more than ever
what about the childen where would we be today
where would we be today
what about the children
Where would we be today
Where would we be today
Where would we be today
What about the the children

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What About The Children

Tears streaming down, her heart is broken
And because her heart is hurting, so am I
He wears a frown, his dreams are choking
And because he stands alone, his dreams will die
So, humbly I come to you and I say
As I sound aloud the warfare of today
Please hear me, I pray
CHORUS
What about the children
To ignore is so easy
So many innocent children will choose the wrong way
So what about the children
Remember when we were children
And if not for those who loved us and who cared enough to show us
Where would we be today
So, where is your son
and where lies his refuge
And if that young man can't come to you, then where can that young man run to
She's such a foolish foolish girl, yet still, she's your daughter
And if you will just reminisce on all the crazy things that you did when you were that young
You see, it's not where you've been, nor what you've done
Because I know a friend who specializes in great outcomes
See His love overcomes
CHORUS
What about the children
To ignore is so easy
So many innocent children will choose the wrong way
So what about the children
Remember when we were children
And if not for those who loved us and who cared enough to show us
Where would we be today..............
What about the children they need our help today
And what about the children they need us
more than ever more than ever more than ever
what about the childen where would we be today
where would we be today
what about the children
Where would we be today
Where would we be today
Where would we be today
What about the the children

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The Little Things

THE LITTLE THINGS
You dont have to buy me all the gold there is in Rome
Dont have to surprise me with the most expensive home
Dont have to travel round the world for me at all
Baby, the way you smile at me is self explainable.
Oh baby baby baby, I dont want much
Just say you love me now and then
And mean it is more than enough.
Chorus 1:
Its just the little thing, the simple little things, babe
I know it may sound funny but
Sometimes they mean so much to me
Makes me feel secure and puts my soul at ease
Baby the little things are things that matter to me
(Hey, ooh babe, oh yeah baby, yeah darling)
Oh you dont have to be a movie star on the TV, no baby
Dont have to be a knight in shining armor to rescue me, no
Dont have to promise me the moon and stars above, darling
Just keep sure your there for me it keeps me in love.
Oh baby baby baby, I dont want much
Ooh just say you love me now and then
.And mean it is more than enough.
Chorus 2:
It just the little things, the simple little things, babe
I know it may sound funny but
Sometimes they mean so much to me
Makes me feel secure and puts my mind at ease
Baby the little things are things that matter to me.
You dont have, to go out of your way baby
Just say, that love, will always stay darling
Oh baby, I dont, dont really want much
Cause if you really love me baby hey
Thats more than enough.
Chorus 3:
Its just the little things, the simple little things, babe
I know it may sound funny but
Sometimes they mean so much to me
Makes me feel secure and puts my mind at ease
Baby the little things are things that matters
Little things are things that matters (Things that matter)
A little things are things that matter to me, hey, ow.

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It's The Little Things

You can burn my house
You can cut my hair
You can make me wrestle naked
With a grizzly bear
You can poison my cat
Baby I don't care
But if you talk in the movies
I'll kill you right there

It's the little things
It's just the little things
Aw it's the little things
It's just the little things
Yeah it's the little things
That drive me wild

I'm like a mad dog
I'm on a short leash
I'm on a tight rope
Hanging by a thread
I'm on some thin ice
You push me too far
Welcome to my nightmare
No more Mr. Nice Guy

You can steal my car
And drive it into the lake
You can stick me in the oven
And put it on bake
You could throw a big brick
Through my window pane
But if I ever hear you ask me
How I got my name

It's the little things
It's just the little things
Aw it's the little things
It's just the little things
Yeah it's the little things
That drive me wild

I'm like a mad dog
I'm on a short leash
I'm on a tight rope
Hanging by a thread
I'm on some thin ice
You push me too far
Welcome to my nightmare
No more Mr. Nice Guy

I've done it all
I mean I been everywhere
I've been beaten
I been stabbed
I been hung
I been burried alive
And I can deal with that
But its the little things
I've done it all
I mean I been everywhere
I've been beaten
I been stabbed
I been hung
I been burried alive
And I can deal with that
Cuz its the little things

It's the little things
It's just the little things
Yeah it's the little things
Just the little things
Aw just the little things
That drive me wild

I'm like a mad dog
I'm on a short leash
I'm on a tight rope
Hanging by a thread
I'm on some thin ice
You push me too far
I'm just a psycho
Pathic psycho
Pathic

I'm like a mad dog
I'm on a short leash
I'm on a tight rope
Hanging by a thread
I'm on some thin ice
You push me too far
Welcome to my nightmare
No more Mr. Nice Guy

It's just the little things
Aw it's the little things
It's just the little things

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Among All The Lovely Animals

AMONG ALL THE LOVELY ANIMALS

Among all the lovely animals
That inhabit this sweet earth
One alone writes a poem
For all who thrive unheard.

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