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Jun 2012
I was sitting outside,
smoking a cigarette
with three of my favorite pals,
and I looked at each one of them,
and I told them,
"I love how,
right now,
we're happy.
And how,
when I look in each of your eyes,
I can see the smile that isn't even on your face,"
and then we smiled,
and I went back inside.
Christopher Tolleson
Written by
Christopher Tolleson  Arkansas
(Arkansas)   
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