Little Joys And Blessings
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Sandra Feldman
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It is the little joys that count,
A crepe suzette, chez friend, Louise
A summer seashore splendid breeze,
Then holding hands as sweethearts do,
Love is so grand when felt by two,
When Love is there, the whole world sings,
Worth more than all material things
In life it is what mostly counts
The joy supreme, the happiness.
That does all life totally bless.
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