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BABIES & BATHWATER
Take the meat, but leave the bones, We don’t listen but we aughtta. Responding with rolled eyes and moans. Tossing babies out with bathwater. It sure wouldn’t kill us to shut up, And maybe learn a thing or two, From folks who drank a bitter cup, Who can prevent the same for you. An ounce of prevention is equal, To a pound of a bitter cure. See advice as the rosy prequel, And mistakes as the heap of manure. Me, I’ll sit and listen to advice, Mull over it a little and then digest, Infusing my attitude that I’ll splice, Just to add some personal interest. Comparing advice to babies is fine Just know when to draw the line Like a cat who reaches life nine I'm careful giving advice that's mine But you'll save yourself a world, Of stress, money, and hubbub, If you would have only hurled, Bathwater but kept baby & tub. by: Kimarie Manhart-Freeman
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