How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world. Anne Frank
It is like how to explain the paucity of beauty On a hillside, how to hold silence stiller Clumps of marjoram, Greek symbol of happiness, make a plenty. Forthwith in this troubled land where the President of France Was face cuffed, where thousands of sick boys Play murderous games and sing aloud to blood. How to hold silence stiller to make a plenty, When I was then her she held life in this staring. In the city she saw the moon sail and marjoram Grew while she stood trying to understand Anne Frank Who was too a little girl staring like she was and going To feel her roots and her eyes pulverized all dying We must hold silence riper and green the marjoram.
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