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~ Jane and Eliza โ€“ Ann Taylor

Silent gratitude isnโ€™t very much to anyone.

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There were two little girls, neither handsome nor plain;

Oneโ€™s name was Eliza, the otherโ€™s was Jane:

They were both of one height,

as Iโ€™ve heard people say,

They were both of one age, I believe, to a day.

โ€˜Twas fancied by some, who but slightly had seen them, That scarcely a difference was there between them;

But no one for long in this notion persisted,

So great a distinction there really existed.

Eliza knew well that she could not be pleasing,

While fretting and fuming, while sulky or teasing;

And therefore in company artfully triedยญ

Not to break her bad habits, but only to hide

So when she was out, with much labour and pain,

She contrived to look almost a pleasant as Jane;

But then you might see, that is forcing a smile,

Her mouth was uneasy, and ached all the while.

And despite her care, it would sometimes befall,

That some cross event happenโ€™d to ruin it all;

And because it might chance that her share was the worst,

Her temper broke loose, and her dimples dispersed.

But Jane, who had nothing she wanted to hide,

And therefore these troublesome arts never tried,

Had none of the care and fatigue of concealing,

But her face always showed what her bosom was feeling.

At home or abroad there was peace in her smile,

A cheerful good nature that needed no guile.

And Eliza worked hard, but could never obtain

The affection that freely was given to Jane.

~ Jane and Eliza โ€“ Ann Taylor

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By Wisdom Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)