Always keep a close eye on what you do
or you might lose it if you don’t.
Never turn away someone in need,
for you never know you might be
in that position yourself one day.
Never be discourteous to a stranger
and they will not be discourteous to you.
Always help someone each day
some say it is lucky when you do.
31 July 2009
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