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By jamesaguiar - Posted on 09 February 2010

Why me?
Who do you see?
What puts you into my face
Without civility, not a trace?
Was it the way I said hello?
Perhaps I stepped on your toe-
The color of my eyes-
My big feet, wide thighs?
I guess it's the way I'm dressed-
Not my worst, but not my best?
Are you too good to be
Helping or waiting on me?
How is it you got this job-
Such a twit, such a snob.
You'd better think , better grow
Or one day life will let you know
that fairness turns end on end
And strangers now might be future friends.
When alone with ill humor no harm done,
But manners when departed from
Can exact a painful sum
Life is short,  regret long.
Be a sport-get along.

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