W-ear your sweetest smile,
E-ven though the day is dark;
N-ever dress a bitter frown,
G-o take a walk in the park.
A-pril thirtieth Sunday
L-ets both your eyes sparkle;
A-llowing you to beam,
M-aking your life free of hassle.
O-pen your heart to gladness, although the weather is vile;
N-either clothe nor put on the hate, wear your sweetest smile.
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