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When I Fuss
When I fuss over nothing
I hear laughter from the clouds
As I stomp in fury
A thousand ants scurry to safety
Taking a deep breath
A galaxy is rescued
Smiling at a stranger
Locates the starving child
Look at me, curse my life
And the graveyard moans a desire
My gossiping is spewing lies
Delaying Mother from sprinkling rain
A donation placed in a pauper’s hand
Dribbles a cup of concern to the demented
Voicing my objection to godly science
Giggling angels shake their heads, shrugging
My purpose is meaningful, I find I can
When I abandon my selfish plan.
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