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 My Rocking-Chair by Robert William Service 
						When I am old and worse for wearI want to buy a rocking-chair,
 And set it on a porch where shine
 The stars of morning-glory vine;
 With just beyond, a gleam of grass,
 A shady street where people pass;
 And some who come with time to spare,
 To yarn beside my rocking-chair.
 Then I will light my corn-cob pipe
 And dose and dream and rarely gripe.
 My morning paper on my knee
 I won't allow to worry me.
 For if I know the latest news
 Is bad,--to read it I'll refuse,
 Since I have always tried to see
 The side of life that clicks with glee.
 
 And looking back with days nigh done,
 I feel I've had a heap of fun.
 Of course I guess that more or less
 It's you yourself make happiness
 And if your needs are small and few,
 Like me you may be happy too:
 And end up with a hope, a prayer,
 A chuckle in a rocking-chair.
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