Seeing a grin

The thing that makes me happy is out of the norm,

    it doesn't have a specific shape or form.

It can open wide, or it can stay shut.

   Watching it spin is more than enough,

I love the way it shines in the light.

  Like a pearl it's purely white.

Turning it down would be a sin,

  'cause oh how I love a beautiful grin.


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