Jean Pullman

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Happiness - Poem by Jean Pullman

Happiness is my high.
Happiness feels great inside.
Happiness is quite rare.
Happiness is barely there.
Happiness comes when I am around friends.
Happiness always ends.
Happiness I want more.
Happiness I adore.
Happiness is when my mom calls.
Happiness is when watching waterfalls.
Happiness is my high.
Happiness feels good inside.

Comments about Happiness by Jean Pullman

  • Rookie Akice Yimasaru (2/19/2010 6:42:00 PM)

    simple but lovely. It tells the truth and it says it directly. I like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 19, 2009

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