Oh the joy of founding
New friendships on the old
Of reminiscing on former times
While planning for the morrow
Oh the joy of decay
The sort that brings in New life
The wish of many a farmer
Who prays for harvest bounties
Oh the joy of rebirth
Of being made anew
You know you’re getting better
Each new and passing day
Zika's Musings 
soft, balmy, beautiful…
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Thank you oga mi
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You’re certainly getting better
Each new and passing day……
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Thank you Doc
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Yes Jules, joy unspeakable
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What a wonderful beautiful poem, absolutely lovely!
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Thank you. You warm my heart with your kind words
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Your work is wonderful ma’am.
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Thank you so so much
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Joy, Joy Joy…Joy Unspeakable!
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