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OH,  Don’t say, “ Woe is me”  !

This makes me ill indeed.

Get off your ars  and move.

You have so much to loose.

The sunshine so bright these days,

Step out side and soak up the rays.

Just look around that stone,

All of your hope is never gone.

The stone on that path,

Is the after – math,

Of old trickery my sweet.

That surely you can defeat!

Step around that old rock ,

See what is in stock.

Your path you may see,

Just don’t say,  “  OH,  woe is me!  “