Fruit of joy dependably feeds the faithful,
In hungry times, of gloomy sorrow;
Joy ripens yellow, fully satiates, is mirthful,
When a happy day rises on the ‘morrow!
Ebony drift away! Smoke memory; wistful;
Today is Today! I won’t from past borrow
Memory’s mood; Trouble ever wakeful…
Banished by bliss! Saved for a tomorrow;
A sunshine celebration! A grand fiesta!
Laughter melts, smoothes anx’s furrow,
Worries taking a long-deserved siesta!
Merriment ring in rowdy song of cheero!
Toasts all raise in honor of la vida gusta!
Dance away starry night in twirling gyro!
Spin! Sleep… a restfully dreaming artista…
May happy day return, rejoice tomorrow!
joyindestructible 
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Abundant blessings to you and your in the coming year, Vincent! Thank you.
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Likewise my friend!
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I hope tomorrow be a better day for you!
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Thank you, Jim. God bless.
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I won’t from past borrow. Love that. I am the exact same way. Also, applaud you for the creativity in the twirling gryo. Good work. This was really a delight to read. Man this was fun. Let me ask you, you sprinkled quite a bit of Spanish in there. Are you from a part of the country where it is often spoken?
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Thank you for the sweet compliments. I grew up on a ranch south of Santa Fe. I and the children I grew up with all spoke a kind of pigeon Spanish. All the small villages at that time had their own dialect so, we ended up with our own blended language. I wish I spoke fluently. Most of the Spanish speaking people here now are from Mexico and their Spanish is different from what I grew up with. I think what I knew has a child has pretty much died out. In my heart, I still think pigeon…
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Thanks for explaining that. And it was a fun poem to read,
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