Azare

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The joy of the day
is to laugh
where there is cause
to cry


the joy of the day
is to boast of meat
and honey, when stomach
craves  for grits


the joy of the day
is claiming knowing
even if blind


the joy of the day
is take enemies
friends
and friends enemies


the joy of the day
is turning the other cheek
for the next slap


that's the joy
of the day
today....


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