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Smell the Roses | ||
| Though you hurry, scurry, rush, Till your face is hot and flush You may only have to wait! That could be your very fate. Be not troubled, lest in haste You should all your chances waste. Do whatever must be done, And in doing, have some fun. Smell the roses on the way, Meditate if there's delay. All things come when they are due. Give them time until they're through. | ||
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