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Birth Right Happiness
What boots to chase what flees
Alike to my fugitive years,
Often mistaken for me
That have still shorter date
And melt sooner than my dirt cloak,
Save dwell in thoughts fair and fair in heart
That are my last call at night
And first wish as i awake.
.Living by their standard
Is my measure of happiness-
A goal i strive towards,
More often than attain.
poem
by
Yoonoos Peerbocus
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