Don't make me move from the sound of
The babbling brook. . .
Or the drum of the ruffled grouse;
I want to stay away from city streets and
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As I sit on my back porch, I see a large cemetery across the way;
And often I've wondered "If those people could talk. . . Just what would they say?" I'm sure their stories would vary about a lot of things;
But one thing you could count on. . . Is what happiness brings. Being thankful would probably be on top of the list;
Without it, life would be eyes full of mist. And would the things they did make them sad?
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If you think you've had it up to here;
there's really no reason for you to shed a tear. To start with, give the sky a stare;
that will help you get in a state of repair. Then pick out all around you the good things;
and assuredly you'll discover the cheerful thought it brings. It is said some people enjoy pain;
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