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Little Things

by g-c-poulos

To some it would seem strange I must confess, but I am happy in my loneliness. All alone and broke, but I don't feel poor, for the wealthy are always wanting more. You may get riches, but you would still find, true happiness is just a frame of mind. Why not be happy with the little things? For you may not know the worry wealth brings. I love the little things that comfort me, now I will drink my little cup of tea.
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