don’t let this world
bend you out
of shape
you are not
a hostage
nor fortune’s
fool
be satisfied
get better,
not bitter
make no
space in your heart
for slights
best forgotten
turn your
cheek
bury your
hatchet
every dawn
is a new world
and your
heart is virgin
one man’s mistake
is another’s
treasure
take mind to
have nothing
you’d care to
defend
if you look
for acrimony
you’re sure
to find it
like
attracts like
that’s the
law of intent
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