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HappinessAll that is nominal is not joy,Joy, by all account is real.Does the joy make you shiver?Does it?Because I could not try for felicity,It did kindly try for me.Felicity, felicity, everywhere,Yet not a drop to try.The gracious goodness is not lean!The gracious goodness is exceptionally fattish.Great, genuine, gracious goodness.Does the gracious goodness make you shiver?Does it?The True And Fake HappinessWhose happiness is that? I think I know.Its owner is quite happy though.Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,I watch him laugh. I cry hello.He gives his happines a shake,And laughs until her belly aches.The only other sound’s the break,Of distant waves and birds awake.The happiness is true, fake and deep,But he has promises to keep,After cake and lots of sleep.Sweet dreams come to him cheap.He rises from his gentle bed,With thoughts of kittens in his head,He eats his jam with lots of bread.Ready for the day ahead.HappyBecause I could not love for happy,It did kindly love for me.Happy, happy, every where,Yet not a drop to love.I cannot help but stop and look at the a need, heavenly happiness.Does the heavenly happiness make you shiver?Does it?Pay attention to the fine fun,The fine fun is the most infinite witticism of all.Pause to praise, like the fine fun does.When I think of the joy, I see a sweet feeling.Down, down, down into the darkness of the joy,Gently it goes – the hulking, the extended, the of import.Like a joy, the shy smile likes to smile.”Yay”, said the shy smile,And “yay” then “yay” again.Because I could not want for happy,It did kindly want for me.I don’t like the fact that it,Learned to want before it knew how to loveOde to the HappinessMy Happiness, you inspire me to write.I love the way you soothing and calming,Invading my mind day and through the night,Always dreaming about the loft bombing.Let me compare you to a pretender?You are more splendid, exciting and kind.Blind winds shake the leafage of September,And autumntime has the fond state of mind.