Happiness in the Truest Form

March 3, 2016

Everywhere I go I see,

People smiling back at me.

It does not matter the circumstance,

When life gets rough I get up and dance.

No one can keep me from being happy,

Even if this poem is a little sappy.

I shrug off negative things,

And I help others see their wings.

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