Laughter

Too many never hear it, though its sound can help us heal
though children know its rhythm; its love they always feel.
It’s a thing become uncommon in this hectic world today;
it’s the sound that is the beauty of children when they play.
It’s always there inside us if we choose to let it free;
it is, of course, the laughter that dwells in you and me.
So maybe in the days ahead we should let spirits soar
and throw our heads back far and let the laughter roar.

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Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri
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