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Greener Grass | ||
| The grass is always green In someone else's yard. It gets us in the spleen! We gaze with great regard. Why can't we see our own Is every bit as nice? We simply sit and moan Like discontented mice. We must appreciate How well we really are. To truly celebrate, We needn't look too far. | ||
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