The Voice
One sunny day in the month of May, a Young Grape heard a sound.
“Help a soul in need, and never kick one when it’s down.
Treat others how you wish to be, for everybody should,
do good deeds for no reason other than to do good.
Respect opinions and beliefs, it’s character that tells,
your opinion is just that, to someone else, you’re someone else.”
The Young Grape shouted “who gives these messages? Who’s the liaison?"
-And an Old Grape spoke up from afar; “twas I, the voice of Raisin!”
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