One day I spat into the wind, it came back in face;
My reaction was to blame someone other than me.
I cursed God for making me join the human race,
God roared 'Chill out you whimpering wannabe'
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A little spittle blown on our face is nothing compared to the many blessings we received. An enlightening poem.
An interesting write. So let's make the earth a better place Enjoyed thanks