Every single blade of
grass,
And every flake of
snow
Is just a wee bit
different
There’s no two alike,
you know.
From something small,
like grains of sand,
To each gigantic star
All were made with
this in mind,
To be just the way
they are
How foolish then to
imitate
How useless to
pretend,
Since each of us
comes from a mind,
Whose ideas never
end.
There’ll only be just
one of me
To show what I can do
And you should
likewise feel very proud,
There’s only one of
you.
That is where it all
starts with you
A wonderful ad
unlimited human being.
James T. Moore
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