Laughter...when there is nothing around
but only own voice...laughing;
Everything is precious;
Laughter is a precious thing.
To laugh into nothingness,
Who is there to listen to my laughter?
Who will receive my laugh?
Maybe this laughter is not as it was.
Is someone there?
Someone passing by
picking up all the laughters on the floor;
Knowing the value of laughter and the answers to my ‘why’.
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With Blessings,
Joker44
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Nafis Light (
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Ain't no laughter - not much - in some 'comedy' shows'. I may have last laughed at one, ohh, about 1975!
LAFF & THE WORLD LAFFS WITH YOU
CRY & YOU CRY ALONE ~ BECAUSE
IN ANY SITUATION ~ HOWEVER DIRE
LAFFTER IS ALWAYS THE BEST MEDICINE !
BRIAN HERE ~ Good Afternoon J44 ~ I agree ~ LAUGHTER
is always a very very precious thing ! When I laugh when Im
on my OWN ~ and I often DO ! I believe ~ because there is
no one to to HEAR IT ~ its not wasted ! It flows through the
atmosphere until it finds a EAR and explodes into it ! I believe
this because I sometimes hear LAUGHTER in my EAR when
nobodys there ! In my esperience A LAFF is never ever wasted !
Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love Brian & Angela 💙🧡💙🧡💙
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