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laughed alot
there is a beginning
and end to every poem.
that stream has a dam,
the limit of all
is felt by all
dont you know not to blow a
tray of ashes?
ah, good life
good stuff, all around
laughing so hard,
tightening your legs so you do not let out a
piss
good people means
good times
jonny and wenis
bring out that laugh.
the laugh that makes your
eyes drip
a good laugh can cure anything,
its that simple
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