What Do I Have?

I have, something that is very special to me.

It doesn't fit into a boxOr a closetOr a bowl.I can't see it at the storeOr the seashoreOr the carnival.I can't sniff it like perfumeOr warm breadOr wild flowers.I can't taste it like ice creamOr birthday cakeOr candy.I can't feel it like rainOr windOr snow.I can't hear it like chirpingOr croakingOr pecking.But I know it's there!

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To Be Happy
August 9, 1975
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