I love to see a smile,
No matter how it looks,
It can come in all different styles,
Easy to do-you cannot learn from books,
Sly, short, radiant, long, or toothy,
Try it on for size,
Beggars cannot act choosy,
A smile-the greatest prize.
It can tell a lot about someone,
We can see glimpses of deep beneath,
Of what consists inside of anyone,
A person's decoration like a Christmas wreath.
I will go to any length,
To see a smile-One's greatest strength.
By Anna Olafson
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