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Dec 2013
Some mornings don't turn out the way you want the to,
just pick yourself up again, it's all you can do.
Sometimes when you pick roses, you will touch a thorn,
sometimes in the book of life, a page will be torn.

Sorrow is not forever, it's just for awhile,
and when you pick the thorn from your finger, just smile.
Written by
G C Poulos
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   GaryFairy
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