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Song
by
morgan michaels

 
Now we will be happy, happy, happy,
and lordy, lordy,
happy and happier still,
happy running down the happy hill

like two happy rills or more
hoarding the strands of their song
into a happy orotorio
falling down, down, down, headlong

running to calm cadenzas of pooled skill
run, run, run, run, run!
If happiness, mind you were the moon,
I would grab both its horns and hang on.

Now we will be happy, happy, happy,
and happily, happily we'll
be happy and happier still
happy running over the happy hill.
--Submitted by morganmichaels on 2014-09-02.
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