Sarah was a bratty girl:
she wanted things her way,
and if she wasn’t happy,
she put on a display.
She’d pout and cry and stomp her foot.
She’d flop right on the floor,
and her mother would turn red
if they were in a store.
But then one day, while in a shop,
she threw her final fit,
because a big boy walking by
said she was just a twit.
When Sarah heard his words that day,
her fit came to a stop.
She look around, embarrassed,
at the people in the shop.
Now today, she’s not a brat.
In fact, she just spreads joy,
hoping that she’ll meet again
that truly handsome boy!
The Lonely Meatball 
Funny how such a small thing can have such a big effect, lol.
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It is indeed!
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Awwwww! Now there is a motivator!
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Yes indeed – always has been – always will be!
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Peer pressure and young love. More potent than parents!
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Truer words were never spoken.
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