I have two smiles as you can see,
And both have served me well.
The first one carried me to the Throne;
The second took me to Hell.
One smile serves me for happy chores,
Such as laughter and breath.
The second serves me for darker work,
That I do now in death.
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A Long Book of Short Poems
PoetryHere's a collection of short poems I've written over the years.
