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Happiness

Happiness is not,
In thy wealth…not friends
Not in delicacies.
Nor in beauty..
Not in goodness..
Not in gain
Nor in glory or thy fame..
Not even in thee smile
Not in anything…but
In thy heart….when
I think I am happy,
I am happy
I find everything good
Everything exciting
Everything around me beautiful
It is my spirit…that does
The magic…entwines me
Into the buzzing greeting world
Of mine…to chilling snow..
To freshening rain..
To soothing spring..
To the beauty of autumn
To happy friends
To caring kin
With a handsome love
To lightening thoughts
And a memorable life….
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