No one have promised life to be fair
Yet, I still wonder where I'd have err
And so much so -- it is so bleak
It 's surely not because I'm weak
I am a flower, beautiful, strong
I haven't done anything wrong
Born to a garden that they call "lost"
No one invited -- I am a ghost
Guarded by dogs that cannot see
color and beauty that is in me
But flower's bueaty is being lost
If no one smell it, no one's a host
No one to care, no one to cherish
I live alone and so I'll perish.
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“A man should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.” by Robert A. Heinlein (author, aeronautical engineer, and naval officer)
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