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Next morning, two buttercups out in the clover
Were nestled together while talking it over.
"The music" said one, "oh wasn't it grand?
I nodded and swayed, I scarcely could stand."

'Said the other, "I was so thoroughly wet
'I declare my leaves are dripping yet.
And what a fine electric display
We shall not forget it in many a day,
The whole wide world was a blaze of light,
And the people say that it stormed last night."



The Ills of Life
Fret not over ills that can be cured;
Arouse thy self and cure them.
Fret not over ills that cannot be cured;
What's the use, be brave, endure them.


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