Quotes by Deb Moir

Every single blade of grass
And every flake of snow
Is a wee bit different.
There's no two alike, you know.

From something small, like grains of sand,
To that gigantic star,
All were made with this in mind:
To be just what they are!

How foolish, then, to imitate,
How useless to pretend,
Since each one of us come from a mind
Whose ideas never end.

There'll only be just ONE of ME
To show what I can do.
And you should, likewise, feel quite proud
There's only ONE of YOU.