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Smile,
and show my teeth.
After twenty minutes,
cheeks are too stretched to continue holding it.

But, I like smiles--
That hidden one on the upper left side of the face
causing eyes to twinkle.
Full lips holding back a joke.

Too sore. Or I have something between my teeth.
Smile is gone.
There is something better--a laugh.

Eyes wide in enjoyment,
mouth open (not enough to allow the full laugh out),
shoulders quivering in hilarity.
The tiny giggle behind both hands.
The loud gaffaw that has me rolling on the floor.
The snicker, a small puff.

But, which is better?
Which do I enjoy more?
Both work well together, true
However, I am a simple girl--one thing at a time.
Draw lots,
Who gets the smallest one?