I saw a big grin,
Moistured with mild and clean.
Full of bewitching traits,
DOING all pleasantries create.
A smile glazed with honey,
Catching my attention than money.
Biding me to accompany it,
To the world of open teeth.
Mild eyes with: Humble's avenue.
Maybe later i'll continue...
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