An Awkward Kind of Warmth

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A pug who snores and grunts in her sleep,

Who doesn't regonize rich from cheap.

With a curled tail and a slant to her walking, 

And enjoys peering over curtains for people watching.

Who finds happiness at the bottom of peanut butter jars

With a friendly wrinkled nose who will even say hi to passing cars.

To watch people quarrel from a few feet above,

Not understanding words but can feel the love.

To find happiness, a simple life to live.

It's the only way to life affective.

 

 

Comments

knaugustine

Who is better to ask about happiness than someone that doeesn't take other factors like saddness and jealously in account??

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