The grip of soothing bliss
Acts as a surround sound
For the utter peace and
The utter despair. The
Thoughts of ignominy
And slander act as a
Barrier and never will be.
The hand fronds of
Life secure me and
I am a little numb,
A little slow, a little
Bit sad as I go
On and on about
And about: Love is mine,
Life is good-- The heart
Is hurt with all the
Muck and dirt, swimming
About, prancing in its
Ocean of serenity; Joy
Is mine, joy galore.
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