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I keep waiting for a punchline to a joke told before I was born            When everyone had their own problems.      Some of them I inherited                 But not happily           I can hear echoes even now, the build up, the relaxed but uneasy tenseness before the drop of the curtain, the reveal.....       And then,                                   nothing.           Crickets.
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
Crickets.
I keep waiting for a punchline to a joke told before I was born            When everyone had their own problems.      Some of them I inherited                 But not happily           I can hear echoes even now, the build up, the relaxed but uneasy tenseness before the drop of the curtain, the reveal.....       And then,                                   nothing.           Crickets.
LunarLena
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
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