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Show Ain't It l'liic Today. Sure thin world. Is full of trouble, I ain't said It ain't, Lord! Vvo, had enough an' doublo, Reason for complaint. Rain an' storm have como to fret me Skies were often gray; Thorns and brambles have beset me On tho road but suy, Ain't It fine todny? What's the use of always weepln', Maklu' troublo last? Whnt's tho, use of always koepln' Thlnkln' of tho past? Each must hnvo Its tribulation, Water with its wine, I.lfe, It ain't no celebration, Trouble I've had mlne-llut mlne-llut todny Is flue. It's today that I'm livln,' Not a month ago, Havln,' losln,' tokln,' glvlu,' As time wills It eo. Yesterday a cloud of sorrow Fell across tho way; It may rain again tomorrow, It may rain but say Ain't It fine today? Douglass Mullock. " . . |