The Confident Ones - Poem by Douglas Scotney
Gradually we grow to marvel
how, from just one connection,
so little becomes so much.
There seems no end to power.
We have The Midas Touch.
When what it's for goes past
there will come another connection.
Little will never expand TOO much.
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