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Jist a wee Moral ©

This poem you may have read on other sites or similar to it but I wrote this poem when I was 12 years old and since then many have used it and chopped and changed it many times, which I don't mind.

John Bearcat-Redmond
Fife, Scotland
1957

Sumtimes whin ye feel thit yer leavin wid cause ain unfillable hole
Jist folli this wee exampil ain see hoo it humbils yer soul
Tak a buckit ain full it wi watter, pit yer haun in it up tae thi wrist
Ain thi size o thi hole thits remainin is thi measur o hoo ye bi missed
Ye kin splash aw ye like ais ye entir ain stur up thi wattir galoor
Bit stope ain ye'll fund in a minit it's exactli thi saim ais afoor
Thi moral o this wee exampil is aye dae thi baist thit ye ken
Bi prood o yersel bit remembir thairs nae indespensibl mon


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