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By Miss Helga Dias Outside my window a new day I see And only I can determine what kind of day it will be. It can be busy and sunny, laughing and gay Or boring and cold, unhappy and gray. My own state of mind is the determining key For I am only the person I let myself be. I can be thoughtful and do all I can to help Or be selfish and think just of myself. I can enjoy what I do and make it seem fun Or gripe and complain and make it hard on someone. I can be patient with those who may not understand Or belittle and hurt them as much as I can. But I have faith in myself and believe what I say And I personally intend to make the best of each day.