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Scott Ransopher

KIND WORDS

Kind words can wipe away a tear
Softly spoken will erase fears
Kind words can heal the wounds
Gently and patiently said—morning or noon
Kind words are a blessing to the blind
Precious 'n’ cheerfully soothes the mind
Kind words are like the wind
It travels miles—leaves no sign
Kind words are sweet to be remembered
From months—January to December
Words that are kind are like honey
Yes, when times are low—prices high
Kind words are more than money
Words can be crushed—matted down
Like silver 'n’ gold
Kind words never mold
Kind words are like a song
You love it, sing it, hum it, and it lingers on
Kind words are what make a baby smile
Words are like life from above
Kind words are always like Love! Love! Love!

written 1998

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