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Noah Body


Joy


Joy is a treasure to behold
It lightens the heart,
Or so I am told

Often sought, seldom found
It is the grease that
Lets this world go round

It is indeed a treasure
One of a few that
Always bring you pleasure

Yes joy is made of gold spun thread
So fragile yet so valuable
Always longed for, so it is said

So today seek your greatest joy
Don't treat it lightly
For your greatest joy isn't a toy

Wrap it tight in your arms
Treasure it always.
Ever keep it from harm

It'll serve you well when the chips are down
When the sun stops shining
When on your face grows a frown

Submitted: Monday, December 10, 2012
Edited: Monday, December 10, 2012
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