Mark Sky Poems

Happiness hides, in the depths of our lives,
When through casual chances, and odd circumstances,
It arrives for a while, brings with it a smile.
Perhaps from our habit, we reach out to grab it.
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It's peaceful in the morning
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These evil surgeons
Do strive to create
For there own intention
This system for hate
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The higgy bosons in my heart
They race all round and round
Full of joy and happiness
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How wonderful diversity,
How grand the multitude,
To listen without judgement,
To hear without criticism,
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