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Why is…

Why’s it easier
To write a novel
Than a short script,
To use a cannon
Than a rifle,
To draw a whole
Than a part,
To live a life
Than savour a moment,
To free a wholesome grief
Than an unwept sob
To sing a song
Than hum a treble
To be an adult
Than a child?
Perhaps,
The abstract in life
Is easier than
Fine detail.

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