The Cautionary Tale of Jane and Russ

There once was a girl named Jane.
She'd never fret or complain,
and would smile through every pain.

One day it started to rain
and into the stormy lane
to splash, went our little Jane.

There once was a man named Russ.
He would always frown and fuss,
so his old smile gathered dust.

One day he strolled in a gust
and grumbled "What a fine muss!"
as he was hit by a bus.

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(Author's Note)
So
May you,
In this
Little tale
Evolve.