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“Giants in Jeans Sonnet 47 Walk up to death, And smile at your doom. At the sight of your conviction, Stars will begin to bloom. Tread bravely on misery, Defy anything that causes weakness. At the sound of your courageous footsteps, The soil will regain its fragrance. Embolden your chest o mighty victor, Against a hailstorm of ridicule. Even the slight sound of your whisper, Will give chills to the cruel. Care for society, not its opinion of you. Sacrifice all image and status, and stand up anew.”

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Book:Giants in Jeans: 100 Sonnets of United Earth
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Book:The Year of the Witching
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