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On Meeting A Friendly Person

She smiled at me in such a friendly way
Saying isn't it a warm and pleasant day
A woman in her sixties one might say
She showed her years in wrinkles and in gray.

I would not feel inspired to write a rhyme
About one conceited and pretty and in her prime
For conceited people I do not wish to know
There is such joy in a friendly hello.

The great joy in her smile with me remain
And she's one I'd know were we to meet again
And who would wish to forget one so sweet
For people like her one doesn't often meet.

She smiled and greeted me at Richies Superstore
A woman I had never met before
And the joybells in my heart commenced to ring
At that smile which did not cost her anything.

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