It takes a lot to get me down,
To turn my smile into a frown.
To tarnish up my hidden crown,
And quieten my inner clown.
Oh you could paint the red town brown,
With mothers nature’s floral gown.
Or even call a verb a noun,
But still I won’t be feeling down.
Because you see, this life a ride,
A stage from which you cannot hide,
So send these words out far and wide,
Please play, learn, love and live with pride.
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