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Poetry and Prose

     MYSELF

           (by Edgar Guest)

I have to live with myself and so

I want to be fit for myself to know

I want to be able as the days go by

Always to look yourself straight in the eye

I don't want to stand with the setting sun

And hate myself for things I have done

I can never hide myself from me

I see what others may never see

I know what others may never know

I can never fool myself and so

Whatever happens, I want to be

Self respecting and conscience free

 

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I'm Glad To Be Me

I look in the mirror and what do I see?

I see the "me" no one else can be.

I am precious!  I am glad to be me.

My hair, my face, my personality

My size, my shape, the color of my skin

All make up me, outside and in.

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I Can Do Anything!

I can do anything, anything you see

I can swim the biggest ocean and climb the tallest tree

I can tame a crocodile, have a dragon for a pet

Drive a racing car, and fly a jumbo jet

I can ride a bucking bronco and you'll never see me fall

I can do anything, anything at all!

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Manners

We say "Thank you."  We say "Please," and "Excuse Me" when we sneeze.  That's the way we do what's right.  We have manners.  We're polite!

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Good, Better, Best...Never let it rest until your good becomes better and your better becomes best!

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Two Frogs

 

Two frogs fell into a deep cream bowl

One was an optimistic soul

The other took the gloomy view

"We'll drown," he cried without more ado

So, with his last despairing cry

He flung up his legs and said, "Goodbye!"

 

Said the other frog, with a plucky grin

"I can't get out, but I won't give in"

"I'll just swim until my strength is spent"

"Then I can die with more content."

Bravely, he swam until it would seem

His struggles began to churn the cream

At last, on top of the butter he stopped

And out of the bowl, he gladly hopped.

 

What is the moral?  It is easily found...

If you can't get out, keep swimming around!

 

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