Aren’t always
Kind within.
I read once
That a chimpanzee
With a toothy grin
Is scared
And about to bite.
So I try to mind
If smiles I see
Are truly warm and glowing
Or might instead
Be fangs bared.
©2018 John I. Blair, 8/29/2018
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