Life Is A Giftto Be,
Used Everyday,
Not Can Be Prevent,
And Hidden Away.
It Isn’t A Thing To Be,
Stored In Chest,
Where You Gather Your Small
Gifts And Treasure Your Best..
Get Out And Live It,
Each Hour Of Day,
Use It As Much,
As You May.
Don’t Keep It In Corners,
And Grooves,
You Will Find That In Use,
And Also Its Beauty Improves…
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