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Hearts, like doors, open with ease
To very, very tiny keys;
And don't forget that tow of these
Are, "I thank you," and, "If you please."
If I have a piece of cake,
And I with children play,
I mush not eat it all myself,
But give a part away.
In silence I must take my seat,
And give God thanks for what I eat;
I must not fret about my food,
Nor frown if I don't think it good.
Must turn my head to cough or sneeze,
And when I'm asked, say, "If you please."
Politeness is to do and say
The kindest things in the kindest way.
For Lunch
A Fictional Short Story by
Agnes Taylor Ketchum & Ida M. Jorgensen
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