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	HAPPINESS AI


	Send me your Happiness

GOLDEN VIRGINIA

My tobacco tin,
smooth from much use
yields a pungent, earth-sweet aroma

I un-sleeve a paper
with gum interfolded,
while I kneed and I press
pinch and extract
a tangle of strands of
Virginia's best

I tease and I pick
align and adjust
before a flicker of fingers

A nip and a tuck
a touch of the tongue

Then out rolls the stick
For ignition!


	Scottie A little boy came into this world in April of 73 He showed a little sixteen year old girl how precious life could be In 73' a girl all alone was looked down on by the town folk The family stood together and fought off their terrible jokes It's twenty seven years later a lot of pain, a lot of care I am the mother of that precious boy... the one who had no hair That little boy, who is now a man is the apple of my eye He grew up smart handsome and kind he's really quite a guy If I sound like I am bragging I guess you can say that it's true I'm just a mom who loves her son Scottie--perfection through and through. © Kathy Lynn Aldrich


	why not? Here we go 'round the mulberry bush the mulberry bush And little Jack horner did the cow really jump over the moon? A way to live--a way to give sharing your ice-cream with some kid A person that fits in the palm of your hand a stick that won a war and statues in the grass Old Mother Hubbard poor Humpty Dumpty and who live in a shoe? Far away places visited without making a move Good ole Saint Nick but then there was Scrooge Can't I stay a kid? © Robert J. Laszczak


	If I were Rich If I were rich I'd drive a nice sports car keep diamonds by the jar have an indoor pool own every single tool Have a giant big screen get to watch a movie scene I'd marry Cristie Brinklie My slacks would never be wrinkly learn to use a bow and arrow buy the riches of the Pharaoh earn maximum wage be on the news-- front page Own a tiger for a pet make a million dollars off a bet own a super computer be a long distance commuter Play my virtual reality computer game grow a field of sugar cane a mansion with golden door knobs and butlers, mobs and mobs The mansion would be seven floors high an observatory to watch the sky My casino would be huge in the back there'd be a place to luge Each night I'd have a feast to consume then I'd go have some fun in the game room I'd own my own jazz band the best you could hear in the land On the roof would be a chopper with golden blades atop her I'd own a diamond mine all gold and silver would be mind Hey! Who are you calling spoiled!? © Andrew N. Ficsher


	My Love For You Just why I feel the way I do I'm really not quite sure-- My love for you is incredible Unconditional and so pure Maybe it's your voice That brightens me when I'm upset You turn the world to face the sun You're the greatest that I've met Maybe it's the words you speak so perfect each and every day Or the way I think about you Whenever, you're away Maybe it's the way you make me smile At which you never fail Or how I know it's you when I hear "You've Got Mail" Maybe it's how I feel so secure the protection I get from you I like your sense of humor and your personality, too Maybe it's how you comfort me when my parents make me mad I don't know what I'd do without you you're the brother I never had I think it's all these things why I feel the way I do I guess I wanted you to remember just how much I love you. © Sharon Foisy


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