I smile when I'm happy...
I smile when I'm pleased.
I smile to be friendly,
Not much for other things.
So, if I am not happy,
And if I am not pleased;
And if there is nobody
To whom to be friendly---
Then why should I smile?
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Okay, me, maybe I like to be perverse....I don't mind smiling, but it used to seem like folk were always urging me to smile more since they'd say I looked so pretty when I do. (ya, it did NOT mean I was ugly otherwise, I just like to joke about that since I do NOT believe it to be true....ooopsie, I think I am pretty!) Then one day I penned this.....
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Comments1
Clever working of the lines through/between each part.
Thank you very much. I was wondering what you would/could say to it. Afterall, I did not address in it smiling to be "pretty" which I mentioned in the "opinion." and there are probably other reasons for smiling too......
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