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It is Me
Here I stand, as a weed
among budding plants, forging a need.
Emitting oxygen for humankind
no greener plant you'll ever find.
No flowery scent, not one of the elite
but standing tall with firmly planted feet.
And yet occasionally, a flower will bloom
and stand with pride as it bids for room.
Yes, even though the bud is from a weed
the flower is still beautiful indeed.
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