A smile means so many things,
Not one of us can know.
Everything that people say,
When their teeth begin to show.
The way their eyes twinkle,
as gentle as a dove's.
You see that your are receiving,
That silent sign of love.
A smile means so many things,
Not one of us can know.
Everything that people say,
When their teeth begin to show.
No bows, no bags, no ribbons,
It doesn't cost a dime.
Although this present,
Is probably the most prized.
A smile means so many things,
Not one of us can know.
Everything that people say,
When their teeth begin to show.
It's known by every town and city,
By every continent.
It's been given to us all before,
And it's something we've all sent.
A smile means so many things,
Not one of us can know.
Everything that people say,
When their teeth begin to show.
Monday, July 2, 2007
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