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Oct 2018
Suffering is like a seed that grows as thorns, the pain that creates the horns, bury inside. Broken only for some sunshine to be awoken.  The well spring that shoots the flower,  mystical from the deep slumber, Rises like a flower into a rose  of enchanted wonder.
Stephen Leacock
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Stephen Leacock  Guyana
(Guyana)   
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   Fawn, Willoughby and Diction
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