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My Personal Antidepressant(continued)(page 2) |
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Time is long for those who wait, For those who suffer, Time is short for those who rejoice, But for those who love, Time is eternity. |
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A Smile A smile is quite a funny thing; it wrinkles up your face, And when it's gone you'll never find Its secret hiding place. But far more wonderful it is to see what smiles can do; You smile at him, he smiles at you And so one smile makes two.  He smiles at someone, since you smiled And then that one smiles back, And that one smiles, until in truth, You fail in keeping track. And since a smile can do great good, By cheering hearts of care, Let's smile and smile and not forget That smiles go everywhere. |
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(The following poems were left on my best friend's pillow by her roommate .
I don't know if she wrote them or not) My mind is something like a sieve ; though lots of thoughts go through it I find when I examine it that very few stick to it. |
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Little things Small irritations Like dust in the eye Can blind us to big things As life hurries by. |
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Convention cramps my sweeping style. Why should I be ruled by custom? Rules were only made I think For those who are to weak to bust 'em. |
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Reform I like myself the way I am. Of faults I've more than one. If anyone reformed me though I'd miss a lot of fun |
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I want to tell the world Whenever I am glad For happiness unshared, Becomes a little sad. |
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Sermons I think uplifting thoughts at times And sometimes put them into rhymes. It's much more difficult I know To put them into practice though. |
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Remorse It's not the wicked life I lead That makes me shed this tear; It's all the life I've simply lost Through laziness or fear. |
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Crimes Of all the many crimes My wicked past bestrewing I most regret the ones That someone caught me doing. |
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Light Words Words fall as lightly as snow They're easily, thoughtlessly said . Yet hard word can enter the heart And lie there as heavy as lead. |
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Murder Some people speak of killing time. I don't know any greater crime. With work and beauty they might fill it -- And yet they sit around and kill it. |
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No day is over if it leaves a memory. ~Handel |
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Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, But doesn't get you anywhere. |
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We are all fugitives and the things we didn't do yesterday are the bloodhounds. |
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I am an old man and have know a great many troubles, but most of them never happened. ~Mark Twain |
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Genius begins great works, Labor alone finishes them. |
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Live your life so you wouldn't be afraid to sell the family parrot to the town gossip. |
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Immunity I covet not riches Or fame high and bright But I envy those people Mosquitoes don't bite |
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The best executive is the one who has sense enough to pick good men to do what he wants done, and selfrestraint enough to keep from meddling with them while they do it. ~Theodore Roosevelt |
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If you don't know where you're going, any road will take you there. ~The Koran |
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Out of the lowest depths there is a path to the highest heighths. ~Thomas Carlyle |
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Someone has said: "The Lord hates a quitter But he doesn't hate him, son When the quitter is quitting What he shouldn't have begun." |
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The conditions of happiness are three: a clear conscience, something to do, and someone to love. |
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All of the seeds of tomorrow are in the seeds of today. ~Chinese Proverb |
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He that falls in love with himself will have no rivals. ~Benjamin Franklin |
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| Life is fragile, handle with prayer. |
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There once was an oyster whose story I'll tell, Who found that some sand had got under his shell: It was only a grain but it gave him great pain, For oysters have feeling for all they're so plain. Now, did he berate the harsh workings of fate Which had brought him to such a deplorable state? Did he curse out the government, cry for election And claim that the sea should have given protection? No -- he said to himself as he lay on the shelf, Since I cannot remove it, I shall try to improve it. Now the years rolled along as the years always do, And he came to his ultimate destiny - stew! And the small grain of sand that had bothered him so Was a beautiful pearl all richly aglow. Now the tale has a moral; for isn't it grand What an oyster can do with a morsel of sand? What couldn't we do if we'd only begin With some of the things that get under our skin? ~Unknown |
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