Aperture

If you knew what a joy it is to see ya’,
you would limit your exposure to the world.

If you knew how many wanna be ya’,
you’d say: the aperture’s too high as I excel.

When you smile, everyone is happy
to be shone, alit, awhile by your pearly whites.

Eight miles high – you and sister Kappy,
re-defining multitude as a human rite.

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