Made of Dinosaurs
I have the slightest tendency
To think myself less
Than what I can be
I sell myself short
So consistantly
It makes me sad
For I should see
That I am made of DINOSAURS
And Stars and things like these
So what justice do I my heritage?
Great things are part of me.
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