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There is a walkway near a house I know,
with cement slabs of old hard frozen stone
between which cracks less than an inch appear.
The soil in walkway cracks is poor indeed,
and nought will grow save ugly weeds and grass.
And yet in these infertile gaps of useless earth,
have somehow fallen precious flower seed,
which died and live by some determined will,
and grow and bloom without a gardners care.
Tenacious life loves life despite despair
and will not yield to that which scorns her life.
But sends out shoots and blossoms in the gaps
and adds her beauty to a thankless world.
In awe I see her will to live and love.
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