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What Made Her Smile?Every morning I treat myself To a coffee at my favorite cafe I sit at my favorite chair As I watch the people passing by, There is a lady who just like me Comes in for a coffee or tea She never smiles or says a word As she sits across from me, I can see the loneliness in her eyes And the sadness upon her face I guess it has become Part of her routine To dine at this familiar place, But on this particular day I noticed this lady smile She was holding a letter in her hand She seemed to read it for quite awhile As I sat back in my chair I sipped my coffee I could see her heart was aglow, I couldn't help but wonder What it was that made her smile I guess this is one of those things I will never know By Julia Vote for this poem
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