handwritten on September 23, 2024
Where is my happiness?   I found it this morning   Tucked inside a little hole I found in the sidewalk   A pebble that looks like blue glass   Hidden within the blades of the grass   Where is my happiness?   I found it this morning with   The rising sun peeking behind the brilliant fall trees   Falling leaves   Looking like flames on the early morning asphalt    Messages of love    Written in chalk    Erased with the early   Morning dew that wipes clean my shoe   Where is my happiness?   I found it this morning   Among the squirrels that play on the rooftops   Chattering heard for miles   Birds flying in freedom away from their nests    While the clinking of bowls    Make breakfast for the...
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