And just when you thought
That the cup of Happiness could get no bigger
That the sense of love and gratitude
Could get no deeper
And then comes a cloudburst
That drenches your soul through and through
And makes the heart runneth over
I'm placing my pile of stones here, some are rough, grainy gravel, while some are unsightly cumbersome rocks, but they form my treasure chest...
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