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Poetry: Complaining

by Anita Brown

Tell me your woes and I'll tell you mine,
Be sure to make coffee, for this will take time,
I am here for you and you for me
When we are done , we are sure to be free.

Complain about all, your doubts, fears, and pain.
If need be, repeat your complaints again
I think when your done, and I begin mine,
You may realize that actually, you are quite fine.

Remember this, dear complainer, that I lent you an ear
When you return home, leave your complaints here.
Your family will appreciate, the time that I took
To write your complaits in a very big book.

Now next time you feel , the need to complain
Pick up that complaint book, and read it again.
I think when your done reading, my dear complainer
You may realize, complaining makes you sound insane.

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