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Dec 2014
Oh, when you can stare off into space.
Without a single thought in mind.
Just lost but conscious enough to know.

That for a single moment you had satisfaction of the mind.
No worries.
No problems.
But a smile spotlighting selfish joy.

Oh, when others question your self happiness.
Asking?
How do I get that?
And you explain the ways.
But still others question the things you say,
If they want satisfaction of the mind.

You smile.
Oh, how you smile?
Especially when it's something you enjoy.
Like a gift to a child of a brand new toy.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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