Does anyone remember this poem? It hung on our wall
all during our childhood.
I hope I'm quoting it exactly, as now
it's from memory.
It brings a feeling of nostalgia for my Mom's attitude of
tolerance.
Such a nice legacy!
There's so much good in the worst of us
And so much bad in the best of us
That it little behooves any of us
To talk about the rest of us
(author
unknown)
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