When I was in sixth grade in Springtown, Texas, I memorized this poem for the class “Friday talent show.” For years, my father used the small card it was printed on as a bookmark It was given him by an insurance agent.
Wouldn’t this old world be better
If the folks we meet would say,
“I know something good about you.”
And then treat us just that way?
Wouldn’t your life be sweeter
If each handshake, tried and true,
Held with it this assurance
“I know something good about you.”
--Anonymoous
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