Some of my prose and poetry. When I get so perfect I can't stand myself I will produce some pictures to prove all I say, thankyou very much. A Good Old World Tis a good old world, tho we sometimes say That it's paths are rather hard, For the sunlite shines on the rockiest way, And never a soul is barred From the bright, white road that leads to peace, Thru the valley and up the hill, Where the din is hushed and the clamors cease - Tis a good old world, if we will. Tis a good old world, though you and I Might make it better yet - If we'd care for the woes of another and try Our own little woes to forget; If we'd straighten the lives that are askew, And sacrifice even of ease - But really, you know, there are many who do, Tis a good old world, if you please.

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