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CARVING
Don't present your carved face
Conditions may be worse
But when your face is marred
You more troubles invite.
Manufactured troubles?
Production line troubles?
Sad stern and wicked things
Might shake you to your feet.
But bond your life to one
As fast as you can, change
Or sadness will invite
More troubles unto you.
Come, bless the laughs – I smile
May bother not to me
I've injected myself
Sad troubles? No problem!
Expose your teeth and smile
Confronted you may be
Doubtless, confused you may
Hold to this truth – try and smile.
Don't present your carved face
Lay hold on solid truth:
Adversity may blow
But you must not be moved
Calm truth to silent mesh
Drop down your angry face
Smile on descending winds
Don't sell your peace for naught.
Pull down the angry wind
Collapse away its shocks
But calm ten thousand winds
And smile I say a bit.
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