Treasure Island

Jean Pullman

(12-8-92 / willimantic)

Happiness


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.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Edited: Thursday, March 19, 2009

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