Happy as a Dog’s Tail

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Happy as something unimportant
and free as a thing unimportant.
As something no one prizes
and which does not prize itself.
As something mocked by all
and which mocks at their mockery.
As laughter without serious reason.
As a yell able to outyell itself.
happy as no matter what,
as any no matter what.

Happy
as a dog’s tail.
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