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Joie de vivre

Two square meals a day,
With a little jalapeño
And jaggary,
A little old
jalopy to
ferry across,
Jeans and jeggings
And
Other pieces from
Wardrobe jigsaw
Juxtaposed messily,
A place
To catch night's rest
For
The jaded being,
Waking up
With
Juvenile dreams
In eyes
And
Jejune spirit
In heart,
And
Sun shining across
The jalousie,
Joie de vivre
Of
Jillion twinkling jewels,
Joisted jovially in
Jiff
Of
Conception.

Linking up with Blogging from A to Z Challenge - April 2014

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  1. Of all the blog posts I've read today, yours had the most words beginning with J. Nice job.

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    1. Thank you so much Patricia. I appreciate your visit and your kind words

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  2. Joie de vivre is one of my favourite French words...

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    1. :) It is good to have you visiting on such a positive note

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