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Today I watched a wasp try to carry her egg all the way across the garden bed. It’s weight dragged her down, so she left the babe Came atop a flower, wiped off her legs And flew away
Five feet from the stop sign, scraped and shivering From the streaks of air that buffeted All the world but you.   You squatted on that plastic stool.
Dear reader, it’s you. How’re you doing?Have you followed your passion? Are you living your dreamUp at college? Even if your parents first dreamed it for you,You made it your own; that takes effort to do!
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