This poem is about meekness
Shrinking is this strength, the will is weak Slow is this personality, spending eleven days in a week In the world of human rights, here is a geek An angel left her feather for this soul to pick To act as fast as a tortoise is considered too quick. Toothless, spineless and a giant bird without its beak a life of two candies, just take one and lick to be wholly independent or to submit to someone and be sick easy is the choice, but the latter, this person seeks an eye for an eye is never a box to tick sacrificial and gentle like no one else, is the meek.
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