Gifts Come, More Times than Not, as Obligations
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|Gifts come, more
times than not, as obligations.|
Of joy there is no greater sign than giving.
Deep pleasures are attachments, not sensations,
Created in the crucible of living.
How grateful, then, am I for being given
In joy and love the honor of this duty!
Life blesses those who in their hearts have striven
Day by day for surreptitious beauty.
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