We Have No Right To Ask When A Sorrow Comes. . . ''Why Did This Happen To Me. . . ?'' Unless
We Ask The Same Question For Every Joy That Comes Our Way. . .
A Smile Stadts On Lips . . . A Grin Spread To Eyes . . . A Cuckle Comes From The Belly . . . But A Good Laugh Bursts Forth From The Soul. . . Overflows & Bubbles All Arround :)