Happiness:
like a flower in winter
happiness is rare,
it needs a thinker
with no despair
and a free thinker
that couldn't be more fair
Sadness:
like wind in winter
Sadness is there
like a winner
without being fair
like a dinner
with a fancy chair,
Sadness is easy to find
but hard to repair
Madness:
like a machine gun
its easy to trigger,
but there'll be no fun
and there's not a problem that's bigger
and when you see it you'll run,
for it'll get you into a bitter
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