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It’s a joy smelling to high heavens At day’s end, tending my garden Dressed in mud Kissed by the sun It’s a joy singing old tunes Alone, in a crowd Loosing the key midway Pulling it off anyways It’s a joy dancing naked Before my most feared critic Peaking at myself in a Horror-struck vanity mirror It’s a joy being silent When all else profound A frog, yellow bellied Dozing off on a lotus leaf It’s a joy being loud When the world dumbfounds A crow rising at dawn Training its vocal muscle It’s a joy, letting fingers roam Whenever they insist on As I inscribe in earnest My holy viewpoint
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