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Season Called Smile.
A lifetime lived with a smile on your face is better by far than a fearsome frown, in the heart frowns make an unhappy place, while smiles give the poorest a kingly crown. As each season of life passes us by, some of us still choose to contract our brow because deep inside a smile we would try but are no longer sure that we know how. It should not be hard if we would but say simple words, promised not to be broken, Dear God, trade my frown for a smile I pray, forgive all evil deeds and words spoken. Each season of my life I can then live with that present, I asked my lord to give. 6/6/07 Monty
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