Happiness hit me
like a grand piano crashing to the sidewalk.
What a strange and beautiful chord it struck!


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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2 Responses to Fortune

  1. ZenLikeFuck says:

    Happiness hit her, like a bullet in the back. The dog days are over. (Florence & The Machine)

    This post made me think of this song. I like your version of happiness more. Lovely words. 🙂

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