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This is how it happened.


Spring wore on my nerves--
all that wheezing and dripping
while others in galoshes
reaped compost and seemed
enamored most of the time.


Why should I be select?
I got tired of tearing myself down.
Let someone else have
the throne of blues for a while,
let someone else suffer mosquitoes.


As my mama always said:
half a happinnes is better
than noe at all.

Written by Rita Dove

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