Laughter
Laughter rings like a bell, down the hallway and up the hills.
Laughter floods my memory still, sometimes it even gives me chills.
Oh see, how laughter is locked inside, like a language that will never die.
Open your mouth, let if fly. Laughter, may even make, you cry.
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