Joy

Joy

 

Some people are smitten…
Like giants eating kittens in a glove…

Others are in love…
Making mittens from a dove…

Many are lonely…
Like bees eating bologni.

Most, however are ghosts…
Hiding close…
Watching…
Clapping…
And jumping with glee…
Waiting to see the sneeze and wheeze, of the pathogenic flea.

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