POEM

on thing,at a time,,work while you work and play while you play,that is the way,To be happy and gay.One thing at a time,And that done well,Is the best of rules,As many as can tell

hi,there of 2wap i am here to present the poem -LUCK.(He worked by day,And toiled by night,He gave up play,And some delight,Dry books he read,New things to learn.And forged a head,success to earn.He plodded on with,faith and pluck,And when he won.Men called it luck.

Ha, hm dats nt luck. He deserves d merit.

This is the way to be HAPPY and GAY anyways nice poems.

be happy

be happy frnd

Keep it up..

TRAINS Over the mountains, Over the plains, Over the rivers, Here comes the trains, Carrying passengers Carrying mail Bringing their precious loads In without fail Thousands of freight cars All rushing on Through day and darkness Through dusk and dark.