Some time when you’re feeling important

Sometime when you ego’s in bloom

Some time when you take it for granted

You’re the best qualified person in the room

Some time when you feel that you’re going

Would leave an unfillable hole

Just folow these simple instructions

And see how they humble your soul…

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Take a bucket and fil it with water

Put your hands in up to your wrists

Pull them out – and the hole that remains

Is the measure of how you’ll be missed

You may splash all you please when you enter

You may stir up the waters galore

But stop and you’ll find in a minute

That it looks just the same as before

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The moral of this is quite simple:

You must do the best that you can

Be proud of yourself, but remember

There is no despensable woman or man.

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love monika