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The flower of good minds
Does also in the desert grow,
In quiet places it quickly
Blooms and wilts,
No one to know,
Something quite rare,
A thing to feed, to nourish,
For beauty without care
Must in the desert parch and perish,
While weeds in well cared gardens
Of rich men flourish.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz