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Ariel is on her way over,

I couldn't be happier.

I called and asked if she could bring me coffee, because the coffee from the coffee pot 10 feet away just won't do.

She's bringing it, and I couldn't be happier.

I am wrapping up a busy work morning,

and I couldn't be happier.

And when I want to enjoy a country song, I do it when I am alone, quietly tapping away at the computer or driving along the highway since most of the people I know and love aren't country fans.

And lately, though it isn't a new song,  I am re-hooked on this ZBB song

The song couldn't make me happier.

We will go for an afternoon run, Ariel and I,

and though it seems impossible,

it will make me even happier.



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