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POEM ITEM #7


SMILE

Smile, Smile to screen the Fuss,
The stupid fuss that just hurt so bad,
That would kill a soul and a heart,
Do mind, do mind.
But then,
It is so hard, so hard to hide,
Should bag it and discard,
For it will do no good to someone,

Do smile, smile and forget the fuss.

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