Giants Shoulders - Poem by Ivan Pine
Searching for knowledge far and wide,
On the shoulders of giants we stand
To grind to dust our ego and pride.
The world turns slowly, time is sand
It’s only with the help of those before,
That has made the quest for knowing
Not so much as an onerous chore
But helpful for our survival.
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