Happiness
Deserted island stranded and I only need one thing,
not material but the ability sing,
the motive to dance,
moxey to laugh when I can't find my pants,
Happiness is all I will ever need,
if I can stay happy deserted island or not,
life will be okay! Or at least by first thought...
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