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Smile Therapy 8
I am in smile therapy
while playing in the warm
spring rain, smelling
the breath of
hyacinths in the quiet
wisps of clean air.
I am in smile therapy
while watching my
laughing child
as she swings
on a home-made
rope swing.
TJKG
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