Everybody, takes things, in a
different way. Some take it in
their stride, while others, want
to run away. No two people,
think alike and that's where
trouble, begins. It's like one
enjoys, hearing loud music
and the other, loves to hear
violins. How much easier life
woul be, if two people would
think alike and never have to
bicker. You wouldn't have to
go around in circles and things
would come to you, much quicker.
Alas and alack, that's the way it
goes. Wouldn't you rather be on
the same track, then consider
yourselves, to be foes!
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