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Your Fragrance

Beneath a heavy, calloused hand,

A flower blooms in gritty sand.

Though trampled down, it does not fret,

Its sweet aroma lingers yet.

In simple grace, it shows us how,

To face our trials here and now.

With kindness spread, in every deed,

In giving, we fulfill our need.

Poetry channeled by Enchantress Thee Babbler

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