Fate Is a Winnower
Human fate is a winnower
so selective and decisive it is
she places a few on hill tops
others she shows the valleys
the spent forces she gives plots
lazy lots she forces into gutters
as the vibrant becomes seeds
but the winnower in its work
knows all are useful offspring
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