when beauty begins to grow in the cracks, people will fill in those cracks
a latch on a door is not a cure, it is an ounce of prevention
sometimes we end up with change in our pockets; with no way to spend it
we set an anchor as a precaution against the unexpected
a fake patina is used to authenticate fake experience
we are taught to trust certain things; and not notice a screw is missing
we try to adjust our eyes to see in the fog we should use our ears
for hours each day the morning glory shows off for cars that can’t see
we would never ask the squash plant to grow apples but we might think it
there is always hope before peeling an orange that it will be sweet
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