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There was once a young girl


who wore not but a frown


told again and again


to turn it upside down.




So one day she did it


using stitches and pins


she twisted her frown


til it looked like a grin.




She asked if they were happy


or if they thought it looked bad


if the liked what they saw


or if she'd overshot just a tad. 




But no one would answer


indeed, they were scared


of her freakish mouth twitching 


as she talked and they stared. 




She covered her face as she wept


knowing her looks were vile


her smile wanting to frown


but frown wanting to smile.




So with no one to see


and no one to show


she let her skin free


let her ugly pout grow.




She had started to walk


trying to get lost


when a black cat came and kissed her 


as if she wasn't a lost cause.




Then an odd thing happened


a smile strange as when knit! 


It would never fit in


But she didn't mind it one bit.


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A Twisted Grin
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HONK.

HONK HONK HOOOOOOOOONK.

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