Today upon a bus I saw a girl with golden hair. I looked at her and sighed and wished I was as fair. When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle. She had one leg and used a crutch but as she passed she gave a smile. Oh God forgive me when I whine. I have two legs, the world is mine.
-- Nathan Martin
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