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Susan Daniels Poetry

if my happy is too loud,
splashing yellow-paint sun
across the floor, staining it
anything but sorry

if i wear joy
in plaids with polka-dots
just for the sake
of clashing

will you correct me,
mop up the color
& quiet the noise

or will you smile,
turn up your hands
& join me in this mess
of mud pies

i am making?

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