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Flower Face Oh, I will stand in the garden's gloom and burn my flower face, while smoke ascends in violet plume and petals hold their place. The leaves shall cling, half in my skin, the tendrils twine and creep; the stems shall curl where veins begin and drink what veins would keep. My blood shall spill, a ribbon red, o'er spider lilies' bed; the boughs lean close, the night is dread, and still the fire is fed. Oh, shall I flee, or hold my ground? Be beauty, or disgrace? I ask the fire, without a sound, with the light upon my face. Oh, I will stand in the garden's gloom and burn my flower face. Burn my flower face. My flower face.

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I Will Learn Everything A little girl sat On the garden floor, Counting the ants By the kitchen door. "I'll learn why the moon Stays up in the sky, And how the birds know Just how to fly." She asked the rain, She asked the sea, "Who taught the bees To make honey for me?" She planted a seed And she waited all day, Sure it would bloom By the end of May. "I'll paint, I'll build, I'll sing, I'll climb, I'll learn every language, One at a time. I'll sail a ship, I'll bake a cake, There's nothing too big That I can't make." But the years ran fast, As years will do, And the big, big dreams Grew small and few. Now the girl, grown tall, Has a tired face, And she hurries through days At a rushing pace. No time for ants, No time for the moon, "Not now," she says, "I'll look at it soon." Her hands are full, But her heart is small, She knows so much, Yet she's lost it all. Oh, to be back On the garden floor, Where she asked and she tried And she wanted more, Where every new day Was a door to try, And "I will learn everything" Was her reply.

Why do lazy people like the easy way ?