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Happy ppl going places in their car -Poem by BB. 2021


Happy ppl going places in their car

Happy ppl going places in their car

Happy ppl doing things thus far

Happy ppl living happy lives

But happy doesn’t exist one day I realized


Happy is a child with a cake before its gone

Happy is fleeting that never last long

Happy is always a fail in the end

Happy is an idea that I can’t depend


Joy to complain one day longer beats happy

Few are happy long but joy runs deep not sappy 

Happy always leaves thus I do something I enjoy

But without happy can I find my favorite toy 


Is living uprightly my toy my joy

Is being sound in mind, bod and soul my toy

Is, there’s profit in all labor, my reward my smile

Is loving God the joy in all these miles


BB. 2021


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