Joy

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She comes in fleeting moments

She comes with the sun

She's like a ball of energy

She's friends with everyone


Bubbly laughs, bright smiles

Crazy dances, happy hollers

Running around for no reason

Becoming friendly callers


She starts a party

She brings the groove

No one's left out

There's nothing to prove


Joy, my sweet, can't you stay?

Bring happiness to my life everyday?

"Here's my answer my dear friend,

All good things must come to an end"

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