Flower in the crannied wall
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower -but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
-by Lord Alfred Tennyson
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Oh, I thought you wrote it.
Cranny in the flowered wall
I pluck you out of flowers
I hold you here, cran and all, in my hand,
little cranny-
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