Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you've a Lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that's the style.
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile.
Baby girl smiled like a big, fat baby this afternoon. Her daddy walked into the room and she gave him big, goofy, pain-free grins. Her eyes twinkled like the twinkle stars in her favourite song. Her shiny gums glistened with baby drool. Her cheeks grew so round and so full I thought they might pop off her face all together.
Oh, my heart.
Today was a good day.
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