A click at an angle,
Head along the diagonal,
Will not stop there,
Would go on and on till
The shot is chicly suaver;
Teeth in and teeth out
With a curve capable of
Straightening everything out,
All thoughts focused off
With only cheese to formulate,
Smile for a candid shot
Until the interest is turned off
Or the battery gets drained out.
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