I’m smiling. Just because I feel like smiling. Not for any particular
reason. Other than I’m happy. Smiling seems like the natural thing to do. I notice people. As I walk about. And too many
of them look glum. No smiles. Don’t know if that makes them unhappy. Maybe it’s
that their minds have gone momentarily blank. Into neutral. But that shouldn’t
account for their grim looks. I wonder. Should I stop total strangers. And ask
why they aren’t smiling? Maybe that would make them angry. Enough to punch me in the nose.
Wonder what I would do? Maybe turn the
other cheek. And fake it. By calling my grimace a smile. –Jim Broede
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