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Are there any good people left on this place we call earth
Anyone with a heart, a smile, or a kind word? I have asked myself that question time and time again Is there anyone who knows how to be a friend? Is there anyone who hasn’t forgotten about morality I’ve found myself in such a query. I’ve searched and explored and rummaged around Til I’m just certain that I may have found There are still people who hold a good standard There are those I have found with excellent character. One must open his heart and his mind To see such things, sometimes we’re so blind! Lord, help me to see the good in people Not so quick to judge and be critical! Help me have the motto of my dear old Dad “Everyone is good until they prove they are bad.”
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