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The life of the simple is that of the strong - a children's poem. |
| From growing up proud, I knew for so long, That keeping things simple Would make me so strong! For each thing they mention Throughout an attack Shall lack the true thrust To not roll off my back. Because liars and cheats, And those times so unfair, Leave hardly a wrinkle If I shine so aware. For the birds going north Say farewell to the south, And those flocks do return To put food in their mouth! |