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    A scared little girl walks down the street.
    She's so scared her heart skips a beat.
    She doesn't know where she's come from.
    And she doesn't know when she's going to eat.
    She's all alone and waiting for something.
    She doesn't know what but she's very hungry.
    For love and support or at least someone who cares.
    She doesn't know what to do but suddenly stops and stares.
    She looks in a window and notice herself.
    For the first time she looks like she needs help.
    With no one around and no one to help.
    The only thing she can do is go on by herself.

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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