Smile
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Life
Once in a while I smile
I think of all that is
All there will ever be
Part of that is me
My thoughts, my dreams, my memories
Small, insignificant, irrelevant
Or not
But either way, I think thus must I be
This is why, with guile, every once in a while
I smile
Posted by Richard Handley at 10:42 PM
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