Winterscore ©
Tuesday, October 8, 2024
Happiness does not ask
Happiness does not ask
The cup overfloweth
It is in our mortar
Unaware, no knoweth
As easy as walking
Happiness is concrete
It cannot be broken
With stomping of their feet
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