Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on May 2, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
Wring the most from life
My mother didn’t say that
It was some stranger
Category: WritingTags: haiku, philosophy, poetry

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This is really funny. Thanks – great words and photograph.
Don’t you love the weird things people have in their yards. I saw another one the same day that was so intentionally artistic I didn’t dare post it without attribution. Love yard art.