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Smile

You know you’ve felt down awhile.

Joyous thoughts seem out of style…

Tremendous tasks stack and pile.

Toil verifies the vile.

But…

Real shortcomings seldom rile

your tough trudge through every mile.

May this poem be the vial

that when sipped cracks lips: a smile.

🙂

 
 
 

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