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Aug 2016
The joy that bubbles inside you.
A slow grin that finally finds you.
And when the sound finally comes.
You can’t stop until you’re done.
Sometimes it will be a short burst,
Sometimes it will be until it hurts.
No matter what that short eruption of joy is good.
Though sometimes is not understood.
By Chara Ward©
Chara-Ruth Ward
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