Page 47 - Self Talk
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A sun, rain, sleet, snow guy by the name of Paul was full of hot air.
His talk about stuff that comes out of the sky got dull. So folks said let us give those who view him a treat.
Paul no more, Paul no more.
Then came the hue and cry. It could be heard far and wide. “Yes, we care. It is not fair.”
But Paul took his end with a smile on his face.
You see, he made a lot of dough from his big mouth. So do not fear. You will not see Paul in tears.
