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"Fed Up With Whiners"


“Life sucks” as the saying goes

Where it came from, nobody knows;

Perhaps from the bum out on the street

Or the student who standards cannot meet.

Perhaps from the rich man, lonely and proud,

In his tall penthouse up in the clouds.

If it came from one it came from all,

But perhaps it came from none at all.

Maybe it came like a light from on high;

The universal truth that to live is to die.

No matter the case, the remedy is this:

Build a bridge and get over it.

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