Work with a smile,
says my father, as i weed through the entangled garden-made-forest...
work with a positive attitude so you'll be rewarded.
as i groan and complain,
sweat developing on my brow,
i carelessly ignore him,
treking through the wild, the unknown.
but standing on stage,
with lights brightly lit,
in the back of the line,
youll see these pearly whites shine.
and if you ask me?
why i will smile,
well, im setting an example,
i'm working hard,
and i always show my respect,
by showing those pearly whites...
even when id rather cry.
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