Source of Happiness

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Bouncing up and down upon a black surface
Spinning left, spinning right, going every which way possible
The springs projecting me as high as the stars, until...

I start to stretch out like a rubber band

I start to flatten to a paper thin state


I grab hold of the resisting springs
I am one with the object

For next time I will be the one on which somebody bounces
I will be the source of joy for everybody
I the trampoline, will be there





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