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i am a somewhat simple soul. i find happiness in most everything, a glimmer of hope, a glint of a smile. i aknowledge the great sadness anger and despair, that is the happy coins opposite bling. have tossed and lost, many times. but now with joy, i declare these things, below, today, are my happy fare: a lover's kiss brushed across my sleeping brow, a grimy face, two muddy little hands and a satisfied grin. the smell of muffins baking in a tin. the rhythmic click, clacking of knitting, from the nanexxe exuding. the smile of a gerberer, the purr of cat, the flight of ladybird, the look of my bloke, in a pork pie hat. giggling, tickling, wriggling, boys watching cartoons. little girls, in pink tutus with a lack of poise. fine art, a good turn of phrase. me singing off key, out of tune, bass booming, to my favourite song. skip-trip dancing, along. chocolate, coffee, tea with dear friends. o me, o my, my list never ends, so many things, on my list, so many things, i have missed but i must begone to live my list and wander on. i find that in my pursuit of happiness i am often tackled by it..... ....that is the joy in this game of life i love
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
my big long list of happiness
i am a somewhat simple soul. i find happiness in most everything, a glimmer of hope, a glint of a smile. i aknowledge the great sadness anger and despair, that is the happy coins opposite bling. have tossed and lost, many times. but now with joy, i declare these things, below, today, are my happy fare: a lover's kiss brushed across my sleeping brow, a grimy face, two muddy little hands and a satisfied grin. the smell of muffins baking in a tin. the rhythmic click, clacking of knitting, from the nanexxe exuding. the smile of a gerberer, the purr of cat, the flight of ladybird, the look of my bloke, in a pork pie hat. giggling, tickling, wriggling, boys watching cartoons. little girls, in pink tutus with a lack of poise. fine art, a good turn of phrase. me singing off key, out of tune, bass booming, to my favourite song. skip-trip dancing, along. chocolate, coffee, tea with dear friends. o me, o my, my list never ends, so many things, on my list, so many things, i have missed but i must begone to live my list and wander on. i find that in my pursuit of happiness i am often tackled by it..... ....that is the joy in this game of life i love
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F/Australian
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
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