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Smarty Pants
Contributed by
softerware
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Monday, 15th January 2018 @ 10:47:10 PM in AEST
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What we want and what we get;
Never seem to match and yet;
Every mess that you get through;
Bestows a skill youll one day use!
I no longer wail WHY ME?
Instead I say WHY CERTAINLY!
Cause someone, somewhere has a plan;
Teaching me as best they can.
Next time youre in an awful mess;
Consider it preparedness!
When others havent got a clue;
And turn to good old you know who;
Just slip your cape on nice and slow;
And tell them all which way to go!
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softerware
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2018-01-15 22:47:10]
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Re: Smarty Pants
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by nightwolf on
Tuesday, 16th January 2018 @ 09:57:51 AM AEST
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| Every problem we have is only temporary and provides us with an opportunity to gain wisdom and strength. some times it seems to be more than we can handle, however, "this too shall pass". Good write |
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Re: Smarty Pants
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by JamesStockdale on
Wednesday, 17th January 2018 @ 01:14:39 PM AEST
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Exactly! Hard times is a degree in coping. We all
should be educated prior to major life events instead of afterwards.
Great advice! |
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Re: Smarty Pants
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 21st January 2018 @ 03:39:23 AM AEST
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I am a recluse if not someone who asks for help.
Help I need you.
I am always looking around for help.
I am not smart, in fact I am amazed how
much I have no smart gene, always.
always. I want want I want, looking to the
shortest way.
It would be nice if I could manage people
but I do not have the patients for that.
If I was good in sales, than they say
that would make up for my short comings
But, I cannot sell, I do not care
to even sell.
So I float. I float or find ways to float.
I utilize luck.
But I am thankful. and I am not a jerk.
People they say like me.
And I am like them.
Peace! |
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