By: Agatha Whitthorne
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The summer sun smiles back
Look at that
Someone smiled back.
I peer at a girl staring intently
out the train window and I beam.
She glances at me and turns her head back.
He handed me my coffee, have good day!
He nods his head and walks away.
The summer sun smiles back.
Look at that
Someone smiled back