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Poem — Optimism

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Sometimes all you need is a little bit of optimism

A little song, a little dance and a little laughter

To clear the gloomy air and the pessimistic clouds

You need some bright sun and some fresh air

She looked out of her window and sighed 

After looking at the watch the hundredth time

“This will pass too”, she thought wistfully

As she took away her gaze from the grass sullenly

The book she was reading did not offer any hope

As it was about the spanish flue and how to cope

I want to just disappear and jump to another manifold

Thought she to herself as she appeared to scold

Herself for even thinking about being optimistic

And wished that she believed in something like a mystic

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