U is for Unique



Did you ever wonder why you’re here?
Or why were you born in a certain year?
Why are you living in this time and place?
Why do you have that body and face?
You are unique and one of a kind
Just the thought can boggle the mind,
The population grows as we speak
But you alone are totally unique!
So show the world what you can do
There’ll never be another you!

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  1. Grace Grits and GardeningApril 24, 2013 at 2:49 PM

    cute poem:) And the only topic on Unique I've seen today...

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    1. UnknownApril 24, 2013 at 3:00 PM

      Thanks, Talya. Nice to know my unique poem was unique! :)P

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  2. Catch My WordsApril 24, 2013 at 3:01 PM

    Thank goodness for that!

    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

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  3. Claudia MoserApril 24, 2013 at 11:42 PM

    Lovely, nice post for a morning read!

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  4. Paula MartinApril 25, 2013 at 6:12 AM

    Great poem, it's worth reminding ourselves that we are truly unqiue!

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    1. UnknownApril 25, 2013 at 11:20 AM

      Thanks, Paula. Very important to remind ourselves from time to time.

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