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Edgar Guest - My Plan
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When I wanted something I couldn`t buy, 
A suit of clothes or a Sunday tie,
Or a new straw hat when the sun was high, 
I used to feel sore about it. 
I used to go `round with a face drawn long, 
And vow that everything here was wrong, 
And this was the theme of my dismal song, 
I can`t get along without it.

When I`ve been broke, which has oft occurred,
I never could utter a cheerful word,
I grouched all day, which was most absurd,
And kicked up a fuss about it.
I thought what I wanted and couldn`t get
Was reason enough to fume and fret,
So I fretted and fumed all day, and yet
I managed to do without it.

Now whatever I want that I cannot buy,
A suit of clothes or a Sunday tie,
Or a new straw hat when the sun is high,
I don`t say a word about it.
I`ve found that my wants needn`t interfere
With my daily fun on this hemisphere,
What I can`t afford doesn`t spoil my cheer,
I just get along without it.
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