Some things can’t be found
by looking. They like to sneak
up on us, and when
we’re least aware, startle us
into puddles of pure joy.
JDG
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aholdingplace 
So true and often these surprises give us so much joy because they are unexpected.
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Indeed they do, Marva. Thanks for commenting.
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This poem is a puddle of pure joy, just big enough to splash around in playfully.
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Thanks, LuAnne. I love the idea of splashing around in the puddle of joy.
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Joan, I was thinking about the phrase “puddle of poem”. Would you mind if I used that in a poem? It just sounds fun. If I do and post I could link to this post of yours. Would you mind me “stealing” this modified phrase of yours?
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I would be delighted, LuAnne, and I look forward to seeing how you develop it.:)
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