Plant my feet on solid ground.
Let my voice be heared around,
For I have much to say,
So please let me have my way.
The ground has been tilled.
The seeds planted by my will.
For I am but a working fool,
Using life's every tool.
Don't let the morror make you sad,
Just smile a lot and you'll be glad.
I once let worries get me down,
But now I never wear a frown.
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Love ya!
Jane