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Here is another one of my favourite poems for you. Enjoy...

They say the world is round, and yet
I often think it's square;
So many little hurts we get
from corners here and there.
There is one truth in life I've found
while journeying east and west,
The only folk we really wound
are those we love the best.

The choicest garb, the sweetest grace
are oft to strangers shown;
The careless word, the frowning face,
are given to our own.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
we please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
to those we love the best.

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox


Grace said…
Hi Margaret, what a beautiful poem you share to us. Thanks for this. I enjoyed reading your posts. It is so nice to be in a blog that glorifies God's name. :)
Margaret Lepke said…
Hi Grace, thanks for that. Haven't talked for a while and I'm just wandering how you are? Blessings, Margaret
Unknown said…
That poem is written by Edgar A Guest
Unknown said…
That poem is written by Edgar A Guest

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