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Sometimes when things
Get real bad
I become
So very Mad.

When these things happen,
I'll cry and cry
Three gallons of tears
From my eyes.

I deny
Things must get better.
And make myself
Sadder and sadder.

Until, right then
I may hit a wall
And suddenly then
See it all--

That toys will break
And people fall
But by and by we'll
Stick right through it all. . .

Because crying hard
(Or filled with glee)
It still is nice
To be so free.
And you are you
And I am me
And things will work out
Eventually.