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Poetry from within
   

On Happiness


These words were written in your praise

No fireworks, no cannon, no trumpets’ blaze.

Though like a queen upon her throne

You’ll toast that happiness you’ve known.

Though Life may cast a cloud or two

Your friends were always there for you.

And, come the Autumn of our lives

That treasure, is the one. most prized.

Robert Carson