Rule of Thumb
Well, happiness grows on trees,
and stress comes from string.
Sadness hangs out with fire,
whereas caring vary by shoe.
But trees are being cut down
and string never ends.
Fire spreads over dry grass,
and I only wear converse, too bad.
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