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Feb 2014
Of all of the habits that I have claimed
  The ones that could have maimed
The ones that could have killed me
   Should have stilled me
And those that will eventually
    Somehow I missed the habit of simply
Being happy
    The habit of greeting each dawn
As another day won
    Like my sweet Daisy
Rolling on her back in the grass
    Beneath warm sun

r ~ 21Feb14
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