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What Do You Do?

What do you do with the mad that you feel
When you feel so mad you could bite?
When the whole wide world seems, oh, so wrong,
And nothing you do seems very right?
What do you do? Do you punch a bag?
Do you pound some clay or some dough?
Do you round up some friends for a game of tag?
Or see how fast you go?

Its great to be able to stop
When you've planned a thing that's wrong.
And be able to do something else instead
And think this song:

I can stop when I want to.
Can stop when I wish.
Can stop, stop, stop anytime.
And what good feeling to feel like this.
And know that there's something deep inside
That helps us become what we can.
For a girl can someday be a woman
And a boy can someday be a man.
-Fred Rogers

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