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A little poem written to me by my friend on New Years Day. |
| To be cheerful and spry you have me confused with St. Nick instead I go away and my anger flares too quick I made a commitment to choose happiness everyday but my mind gets bent because life gets in the way It must be awesome from birth to keep a smile on our faces I don't think it happens on earth just in heaven and other far away places Still the commitment I made to choose happiness and joy I must view each and every minute as a brand new toy |