Sunday, March 08, 2009

My ship comes in.

Happiness is the friend who'll dance with you to the song that's not meant for dancing.

I can sit back and relax. My favorite song comes on the radio. He realizes that we're perfect for one another. The sun breaks through the clouds. The flowers blossom and bloom. The rain stops. I land my dream job. I live somewhere tropical. I'm discovered. My ship comes in. I win the lottery.

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