Watch the optimist smile.
With the bruise on her shoulder.
And the cut on her knee.
The optimist stands tall.
And smiles with glee.
With the stab on her heart.
And the purple in her eyes.
She will never stop smiling.
Till the day she dies.
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Author:
Adam Shirley (
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Comments2
How in the world has nobody commented on this?
Feels bad man.
I like it.
Thank you Nicholas!
But don't we all just love an optimist?
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