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| Ponder yonder little bug Crawling slowly on the rug. He is not obsessed with haste, Worried that some time he'll waste. He goes on his merry way, Glad to see another day. He can teach you, if you'll learn, That your leisure you did earn. Stop to smell the flowers sweet And to chat with those you meet. Do not work so at your play! Then you will enjoy each day. | ||
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