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Smile | ||
| The chirp of the bird is insistent and clear. Who knows when the sun will wake up and appear. The clouds all still cover the town with their peace, Awaiting the heat of the sun for release. The people are waking and starting to yawn, Glad for the coming of day with the dawn. The day is a tablet upon which to write. Who knows what excitement will make spirits bright? If only we smile when we work and we play The others we meet will share joy in the day. | ||
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