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Post by erosaf on Sept 29, 2010 15:54:45 GMT 8
I feel something inside me, something that seems too good, I don't really know what it is, but whatever is there, I'm happy to feel it.
Elated is not the word, nor joy, or pride, no this is something more, something I have not felt, in so long a time.
I don't really understand it, but I know what it is called, though how it came to get this name, I cannot fully come to appreciate, for the word is one that is rare, when it comes to being used by me,
Elated is not the word, nor joy, or pride, no this is something more, something I have not felt, in so long a time.
The word is such a good one, it matches how I felt, when I stared at the person, marking the answers I selected, for my Learner Driver Licence Written test, Something I would not think to understand.
Elated is not the word, nor joy, or pride, no this is something more, something I have not felt, in so long a time.
The word sums me up, as I draw to the end of this poem, but will I ever feel this word to be used, any time soon in the future?
Elated is not the word, nor joy, or pride, no this is something more, something I have not felt, in so long a time.
For the word is, EXULTATION.
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