Maybe it is the weather That makes you grow cranki...

Maybe it is the weather
That makes you grow crankier
Or better yet the hormone
That lets you give an acidic tone.

I do not care if you review,
Please be kind in all you do.
Today maybe your very last,
For life is over, oh so fast.

We all have joy to try and write,
And all you here we do invite.
No one's perfect so be true -
If you're not happy, say 'Adieu! '

Kindness is the best to give
Adds sunshine to this life we live.
We may not have a lot of money,
That's better than to be so cranky.

You'll end up with a lot of lines,
And with your words, please be refined.
For it reflects the heart inside,
Those sour grapes are hard to hide.

'The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in him...'

MATTHEW 12: 35a

July 10,2008
Cynthia BuhainBaello

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