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The Love Garden

How many paths must I cross before I find the right intersection?

How many crops must I grow in order to find the one I see fit?

Must I pry every fish from this sea so that I know I’ve chosen the right one?

I’d rather be the worm who gets up early and risk being eaten by the bird, then be the one who sleeps in and lets life pass me by.

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