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What am I?


                                                      
We are gifted with this from the day we were born,
A beautiful gift that means nothing is forlorn,
A gift so precious, no-one can put a price ever,
The memories of which can last forever

We can give this to anyone and feel warm inside
If received it will enrich us, this can't be denied,
Its language is universal, understood from the start,
It begins with your mouth but comes from your heart,

There is no better message God will ever devise,
It starts with the lips, and soon spreads to the eyes,
It makes your face beautiful, it makes you feel young,
Its the substance of stories and many songs sung,

Its sunshine to your sadness, its warmth for the cold,
It can't be bought, and too priceless to be sold,
Its spirit for your soul, and gives light to your day,
It can colour your world, and keep the blues at bay,

If you don't know where it comes from, or where it goes,
Don't search too far, It can be found under your nose,
Its been there all along, with it own particular style,
Stop searching and bless the world with your SMILE



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