My hope
The birds chirp was heard
And I feel wonderful
Happiness breaks out of my heart
And I thank God
Rather, they are my hope
That's what I'm working on
And along the way I plays, paints and writes poetry
And talking to friends
And resists bad thinking
That's mother of all bad
And helps others. Don't forget
Everything does good for the soul.
9.7.19
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