The promise of a fine day dawning,
Hidden in a grey-haze morning,
And the half-smile of a little girl!
The memories of yesteryear,
The laughter, the occasional tear,
Flit off the half-smile of a little girl.
A half-smile is perhaps a token
Of pleasure or pain, mostly, unspoken,
But, mark you, it sets your mind awhirl.
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