My Trouble Was I Had

So The Writer Who Breeds More Words Than He Needs, Is Making A Chore For The Reader Who Reads.

Why Are They Sad And Glad And Bad? I Do Not Know, Go Ask Your Dad.

Catch! Calls The Once-ler. He Lets Something Fall. It's A Truffula Seed. It's The Last One Of All! You're In Charge Of The Last Of The Truffula Seeds. And Truffula Trees Are What Everyone Needs. Plant A New Truffula. Treat It With Care. Give It Clean Water. And Feed It Fresh Air. Grow A Forest. Protect It From Axes That Hack. Then The Lorax And All Of His Friends May Come Back.

You Are You. Now, Isn't That Unpleasant?

Sometimes You Will Never Know The Value Of Something,until It Becomes A Memory.