Propagation
Though the stalk of wheat
Which bears the most seed
The farthest bends,
In the end,
It must loose its fruit
So that others may take root.
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Though the stalk of wheat
Which bears the most seed
The farthest bends,
In the end,
It must loose its fruit
So that others may take root.
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Kenneth Fisler
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