The fox who longed for grapes, beholds with pain
The tempting clusters were too high to gain;
Grieved in his heart he forced a careless smile,
And cried ,‘They’re sharp and hardly worth my while'.
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Reflections on Courage, Love and Triumph from a perspective of a child on the downside of advantage through poetry, creativity, recognition and achievements.
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