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The joy is

While the city was very boring, there was a happy child. In the begin, he start smiling like a sunrise. Calmly.. contemplates all people, All faces.. All places. Everyone feels sadness All feel isolated. In the morning, when he touched a lonely rose,laughed and grows happy. Then, he sang a different song. Grass, people, places, All of them danced. In short.. The joy is a planet of children.

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Date: 1/18/2016 2:14:00 PM
MD, Awesome write, Thank You for sharing... SKAT...
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Date: 10/23/2015 3:37:00 PM
Hi MD: Beautiful poem! There is nothing as you intimated as happy child. My Compliments!
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Date: 10/24/2015 5:48:00 PM
HI Ralph...thank you for your sweet word.
Date: 10/18/2015 5:10:00 AM
MD A, I Like the joy of life. You paint a beautiful free verse poem. Hugs. LINDA
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Date: 10/18/2015 6:31:00 AM
Dear LINDA: actually.. You make me motivated to work harder. regards.