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A Happiness Poem
If a happiness poem could bring forth a smile, If my ears could hear my computer screen, My keyboard types for my eyes not my tongue But what of my eyes? Don't they shine? The pen is mightier than the sword, The feelings I sense and the senses I feel My ears and my nose remain at rest. But if this happiness poem could make my mouth smile, About The Author David Leonhardt first published this happiness poem in A Daily Dose of Happiness at http://TheHappyGuy.com/daily-happiness-free-ezine.html. Read his friendship poem at http://TheHappyGuy.com/friendship-poem.html
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