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A crabby
critter
I will not
be,
because God made
much more
for me.
Chomps will come
at times too
fast.
My hurt still stings
but will not
last.
For I’m aware
of worry’s way
and frustration will
not have his way.
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The choice is mine
to be aware,
and find a way
to show I care.
And as I care
from chomps I see
that circumstances
don’t make me.
I will not munch
along my way,
or let the chomps
ruin my day.
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