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   >> Yes, why not?   I suppose that there is always the illusion of control,   
   >> and the fear of loss of that control.   
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   > Suppose   
   > by Phoebe Cary   
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   > Suppose, my little lady,   
   >      Your doll should break her head,   
   > Could you make it whole by crying   
   >      Till your eyes and nose are red?   
   > And would n’t it be pleasanter   
   >      To treat it as a joke;   
   > And say you ’re glad “’T was Dolly’s   
   >      And not your head that broke?”   
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   > Suppose you ’re dressed for walking,   
   >      And the rain comes pouring down,   
   > Will it clear off any sooner   
   >      Because you scold and frown?   
   > And would n’t it be nicer   
   >      For you to smile than pout,   
   > And so make sunshine in the house   
   >      When there is none without?   
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   >   
   > Suppose your task, my little man,   
   >      Is very hard to get,   
   > Will it make it any easier   
   >      For you to sit and fret?   
   > And would n’t it be wiser   
   >      Than waiting like a dunce,   
   > To go to work in earnest   
   >      And learn the thing at once?   
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   > Suppose that some boys have a horse,   
   >      And some a coach and pair,   
   > Will it tire you less while walking   
   >      To say, “It is n’t fair?”   
   > And would n’t it be nobler   
   >      To keep your temper sweet,   
   > And in your heart be thankful   
   >      You can walk upon your feet?   
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   >   
   > And suppose the world don’t please you,   
   >      Nor the way some people do,   
   > Do you think the whole creation   
   >      Will be altered just for you?   
   > And is n’t it, my boy or girl,   
   >      The wisest, bravest plan,   
   > Whatever comes, or does n’t come,   
   >      To do the best you can?   
      
      
   Thanks for posting this.   
      
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   Best Regards,   
   Evelyn   
      
   In the stony fastness of the mountains there is a strange market, where one   
   may barter the vortex of life for boundless bliss.  – Milarepa   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)