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i respect..
the artist who firmly holds his brush and paints his thoughts.
the musician who raises his fiddle to reclaim mahler's pride.
the father who guides his child's hands as the little one slides his first at the playground.
the brother who gently warns his younger sibling of life's adversities.
the fishes which care for their young, hoarding them in their mouths for protection.
the bull which endures a life-time of cart-pulling .
the poet who writes humbly his explosive thoughts in his diary.
the gardener who weeds out the pesky growth beneath vulnerable flora.
the man whom i don't see cleaning the dirt my feet leaves behind.
i love..
my omnipotent, omnipresent God.. who died for me.

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