Parting his lips slightly,
he curled the edges of his mouth
and revealed his dazzling smile.
He winked at his admirer,
who, not surprisingly,
Ever the charmer
and always humble
he thought to himself,
“I’ve still got it,”
when a voice from behind him said,
“Quit worshipping yourself in the mirror, will ya.”
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