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Post date: Sep 1, 2011 2:37:08 AM
Every day in my life I find joy. Sometimes I anger, but I all ways return to bliss.
Not the empty promise of a fleeting bird of happiness
...but, but a point of joy, in my life,
a point of joy of what I have,
of what is mine
not what may be
but, what is mine.
What is mine is what I create
what is mine, is what is mine that I create....
in me.
Every day...every day I find joy....
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