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I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love or tear it down. I can make a smile or bring a frown.
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
What flares up and does a lot of good, and when it dies is just a piece of wood?
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
A Chinese, Indian and a Swiss were going to a party. Who is most likely to bring a plus one?