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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It began with mind again, Every word was heard and heard again, It was the accumulation of honey, That soothed like pacific depth, As if a burning pyre was doused with plain cold water, The peace aligned inner in a perfect gear, From feeted central gravity to alpha, gamma and beta, The ions moved around in magnetic field in smug aura, All body parts ran and ran and were willing to do so, It was as if the life had blossomed to youth, The skin glowed and each body cell was eager to opine, The protoplasm was splashing no longer supine, Energy levels were astounding, He felt healthy as if awoken from long sleep, It was not shallow but very very deep, Anybody who saw him, Simply said that he was elated and more, They all were wrong he was much and much more, He was at peace with himself, And no longer felt the need to fight himself, Body was lifted off the ground, And he wished for a flight path, He looked around moving eyeballs rollercoaster like, Looking for a soul and more so that he could ingratiate, He had it all and was eager to distribute along, After months of insistence his mother had concurred, To give him the toy that everybody had, Child's joy is a joy anyway, Whatever little might be at stake, He like father of man, Recounts a man's very own story, Our lives seek such moments of joy, Whether we are man or boy, Whether permanent or transient, They are like energizers, That preserves youth and life, We get them and loose them, And in the process age along, Those immune from infection of joys, Are neither men nor boys(perhaps God).
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