January 25, 2006
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
"Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,"
As I read this, I think about all of the imperfections in the world. This piece makes me feel warm inside. It makes you feel as if he. the man in the poem, cherishes all, regardless of their appearance.
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