But the flower, it is,
Though I've seen many strange things,
In this universe,
Like plums growing from peaches,
And limbs where none should be,
Why should we expect anything different,
From society?
The mores that we know today,
They, too, have changed in time,
And every new generation will believe,
That they are an improvement from mine.
So why wait?
Change can happen now,
And we can benefit from doing,
What we want, anyhow.
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