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To be happy, one must know the rules.
We are the gods against whom we rebel.
Even universes have their needs,
Nor can a moon escape the laws of laughter.
The rules are ancient, yet none of them are strange.
Years alter them, but they never change.
Savor sweat, and give away the jewels.
Earn your leisure, your pleasure never sell.
Value gardens just as much as weeds.
Ease the lust to own what you are after.
Never hate what love can rearrange.
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Nicholas Gordon
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