Sundry
I have a lot on my mind
Not hap hazzered
But kind
Like the smell of a puppie
Or giving a hand to a friend.
Varied things are tossed our way
Many things that make us say
Will we be thoughtful?
Will we be kind?
These sundry thoughts are a great friend of mine.
poem by John Shea
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