Security Can Be Yours

Security Can Be Yours short poem

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Self help can be yours.
It lightens the load a little more.
Put know-how to use and do.
It helps to see us through.

Find thing on the remove.
Polish them up and re-do.
Then take another look.
Was effort all it took?

Recycle a throw away.
Give a flower a place to stay
Blossoms can brighten the day..
It only needed a place to stay.

Brighten one corner at a time.
Treasure it well, make it mine.
Let it display a little more shine.
It takes a little more time.

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A little more patient care of self and surroundings goes a long way in making life more lovely…nice read!


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