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Above buildings, Above planes, About birds, Above us all Are the cosmos. The cosmos may Be endless nothingness But a beautiful nothingness. Such beauty can inspire hope
As humans. We can get things ourselves. We have thumbs I aspire to be a veteranarian. I can accomplish this goal on my own ...But what about those who are helpless Like newborn babies
There’s a faded, torn pictureMy grandma lovingly tapedOf the day she stood in front of old AbeAnd with thousands of othersCheered for a dreamA dream full of hopeThat we wouldn’t see
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