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The happiness, an asset
not to be hidden in closet,
In multiples, it is reimbursed
when generously, it is disbursed!!


A thought
A Birch tree up in younder wood becalmed
And no injustice to this bleach’ed land
For dusk doth bite the lonely head of man
Who in despair bleeds out his endless hours.


Love Mary x
I'm not brilliant
I'm just OK
I'm not rainbows
I'm just rain
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