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The Moral Of The Story

I once knew a whistling man and
whistle is all he would do.
This very true story I would like to
share with you.
Ted whistled in the morning when
he woke up and he whistled on his way
to work, in his old truck.
He whistled at lunch and again at break.
Then when the day was over, whistled to
the gate. 
Ted whistled each and everyday and it got 
to the point where his co-workers, his
whistling they did hate.
One day a co-worker approached Ted and 
asked;  Why do you constantly whistle, don't
you know it almost drives me mad?
Well, Ted said. Whistling is my reliever, my
stress remedy for as long as I whistle my
friend, dark days do not follow me.
The co-worker smiled at Ted and thanked
him so and told Ted.  
You have helped me find a better path
to go.
The story I have told is so very true and if you
hear a whistler very near to you; I hope the
moral of this story will be of help to you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 4/29/2015 3:24:00 PM
This poem is very special to me. My dad was a whistler his whole life. I lost him the same month I graduated from high school. this poem brings back great memories. He a great man gone too soon. Memories of joy not sorrow.
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Sharon Gulley
Date: 5/1/2015 11:30:00 PM
Thank you so very much, Franklin. Your the only one who has commented on this write and I appreciate that. Believe it or not this is a true story for me. I enjoyed hearing him whistle during the workday myself, ha, ha, ha. I am glad this poem brought good memories back to you, makes me happy. Thanks for stopping by to read and God Bless Always.....Sharon G.
Date: 4/23/2015 2:46:00 PM
The moral is to be sweet and understand we all deal with stress differently.
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