Dictated

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Dictated.

In this life all of civilization is like three-leafed clovers.
And with in all of these clovers some of them have an odd number of leaves.
The three-leafed clovers want us to be normal like them.
But I say no, because only I choose.
Whether to cut or grow my own leaves,
And no one, not even you, can command me otherwise.
Our number of leaves might be different,
But we all share the same stem.





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