Transcendental Sonnet #1282:
I Yam What I Yam
and here I come
No point in explaining
I yam what I yam as Popeye used to say
No good in complaining
It never helps in any case
I have nothing to complain about today
The sunshine today is utterly brilliant
Lighting my eyes warming my face
My trees are blooming and I feel resilient
Though life may knock this Lucky Little Bastard down
My face was simply not created for a frown
I am going to get all I can
While I can get it
Better to die as a happy man
Than to regret it
+Steven Curtis Lance
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