Merry Morrow, Dear ToadA Poem by Kenneth Stephen GoodpasterThe optimist encouraging a toad.Tis’ a merry morrow traveled, dear toad Whose placid posture holds indifferent Whilst upon my face, Glee been Sewed For joy of life I’ve found apparent. Ontop my removed boot, you now find rest Whilst upon the ground I do lay down Without need to have worries to be contest. Oh, how you hold unmoved with smile-frown Tis’ a day to be elated, just as any other. I do not squander of what can be again, And love all creature as the gentle mother Without even reserved judgment for a sin. Tis’ a merry morrow rested, dear toad For a delightful smile you now have showed
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