What is a lunchtime without your smiley face?

A grey, wet miserable hour of waste

A soulless, dreary, sad disgrace

I’ll never smile again at lunch

Until I smile with you at lunch

What is lunchtime when you’re there?

I trip down the street without a care

There’s sunlight shining everywhere

I always smile at lunch

When I lunch with you

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