#58 1...2...0? Smiles

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Cheeks slack
Like an old back

No smile seen for a while
Let's walk another mile

Such a beautiful day
Let's go and play

Maybe she'll smile after a while
Save us from that extra mile

It disappeared with no trace
Like a car from a race

The tracks are ghosts
She no longer hosts

Uncountable are the times
She usually smiles

But as I draw my cards and a flush
Comes to the rush

The table where he dines
decays at 1...2...0? Smiles.

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