| Tolerance |
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| Poem written by Andrew Rowell. | |
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When peers will sneer and not behoove, And older ones may disapprove, There’s always one who’ll get my joke, And be amused by the fun I poke. Whenever I shall get annoyed, He won’t, my angry self, avoid. We’ll stick around ‘til problem solved, And wait for my anger to dissolve. Although I have some attributes, The worst of which are most acute, He overlooks them with an ere, Of patient, friend-like, careless care. |
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