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THE WATCHER
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Nobody knows what you do in private
Nobody knows what I do either
When the worm is picked up from the hot sidewalk
And placed in the cool damp shade
When the food wrapper is wadded up and placed in a pocket
Until a trash recepticle is found
When the apple that has fallen from the pile in the grocery store
Is picked up and placed back on the pile
When the door is held open, the shopper with two items let in line first
These are private moments .... yet
Someone is always watching
Someone knows exactly what you do and what is in your heart
Someone who judges every private act and develops an opinion
On your integrity and honor
That Someone is you
So, catch yourself doing something right
Notice how well you handled a situation
Think of the trouble you could have caused but didn't.
See how important your smallest acts are in forming an identity.
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