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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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I'm drinking a happy drink. I'm firing a happy gun. I'm thinking a happy think. I'm aging, happily, young. I'm smashing happy cars. I'm writing happy songs. I'm picking happy scars. I'm falling, happy, long. I'm forging happy rings. I'm feeling happy tugs. I'm flapping happy wings. I'm shooting happy mugs. I'm happy with my toys. I'm happy hiding cracks. And I'll happily deploy Happy masks over my lacks. I'm happy to be young. Will I be happy to be dead? Finally happy to feel sprung Straight out my happy head. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
only you could write this... and only you can answer that question... but i'm not sure you will be able to be sprung from that mind of yours *smile* so where do ya get those happy pills anyway  later-mike-gator jm Well the sun sets gently on your shoulders And it makes me want to touch you there. And the light in your eyes makes me feel Like there's something much better out there Something kind... And I know someday I might be looking around Trying to find some purpose Well purpose it can't be that hard to find As long as I've got the wind... The wind and your love to carry me. vertical horizon |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Hey, butterfly slippers! Thanks for reading, as always. Especially since I almost never read yours -- or anyone else's -- anymore. And I do feel appropriately guilty about that, don't worry.  Anyway, happiness, and every other emotion (including a healthy dose of sarcasm) comes from your outlook. One cliche holds true: everything in moderation. Do you notice how happy is used so many times in that poem it loses all meaning? Same in real life. My poems are sort of in pill-form. Grainy texture, usually easy to swallow. Plenty of water. Mike |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
guilty pills are bitter...dont swallow em... I read your poems cause I enjoy them...not cause you read mine(or not)lol and your sarcasm was not lost on me...nor the wit... I'll take this one with rasberry iced tea, (nectar of the gods) *S*... but if your guilt is really getting to ya...you can call me butterfly slippers again LOL later gator |
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