Happiness
Happiness.
White like a lamb.
White like baby diaper.
White cotton balls.
Pure as Jesus' heart.
It happens when you ace a test.
When your greatest wishes come to pass.
When you live life the way you want to.
It sounds like the chorus of your favorite song,
Sounds like the school band.
It smells like queen of the night,
Smells like the Victoria secret lotion.
Happiness.
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