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JOY
i bring you joy.
pure unadulterated joy.
in a genie-shaped bottle.
in a vat as vast as the mohave desert.
in a football-sized field of fabulous phenomena.
this is my gift to the poor. to the rich. to the neglected middle.
accept it without qualms/trick handshakes/or double the money back offers.
gracefully. elegantly. luxuriously.
like a harvest of corn outstretching the far western horizon.
filling every pore of your soul like a waterfall.
like the infinite source of mountain spring water.
like the miraculous floating islands of lake titticatti.
permitting joy to bathe your senses.
without hesitation.
without requiring a telephone call to your parents.
without ever needing to look it up on google.
allowing joyfulness into your life
like a child’s endless stream of sticky bubbles.
like a potpourri of keys opening impossible puzzles.
bruce weber
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