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she recognized his despair
Flora recognized the brownie’s despair
His depression wafted and waved in the summer air
She herself had been the victim of some sad times
The cure was to volunteer for the March of dimes
You need to get outside of your sorrow and do some good.
When your heart expands, like it probably should…
You will stop wallowing and yelping and see better times.
Okay, he agreed, but does it always have to be the March of dimes?
No, volunteer to help an older person who cannot get around.
Bring up their canned jellies, jams and pickles from way underground.
Visit a day care center and offer to hold the babies who cannot sleep.
The object is to bring happy joy to your life, it is wisdom deep.
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Caren Krutsinger
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