My joy does not depend on the approval of others.
My higher power beams rays of joy no matter what goes around me.
Joyfully eating a freshly baked biscuit for breakfast.
Joy is seeing my doggies roll over on their backs after a refreshing bath in the sunshine.
Joy is taking a friend for a Happy Birthday lunch.
O, Joy you make everything sparkle new.
See, I write with a bold joyfulness.
All of us have the talent to live Joy!
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