37 Humility Poem by Saiom Shriver

Do not dismiss the puddle. She can transmit the light
of the morning sun.
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The heaviest fruit grows on pumpkin vines in horizontal and not vertical lines... Near the ground the humble and prolific
their green umbilical cords entwine
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A speeding driver smashed the little skunk's body. He
was placed at the roadside under a flowering peony. His
unique smell entwined with the fragrance of the bloom, but his
soul slipping away was more sweetsmelling than all flowers.
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The horse has run her heart out for her 'owner''s bank
account.. and her reward? the slavery of a stall