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Apr 2017
So often
Words are tossed around
Like laundry in a basket
So nonchalant
That when concise information is needed
Many find themselves inadequate
In the ability to ask it

Quit making me laugh ...
... you're killing me
I laughed so hard I almost died
I smile through the pain
Funny as a heart attack

And yet we hear it said
That laughter is the best medicine
If that is really true
And I believe it to be
Then a cure-all exists
That is virtually free
Shall it prove to be true
As the old adage has prescribed
Here you go - let's all do a smile
Overdose ourselves on laughter
And I hope we all
Everyone
Gets totally addicted
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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   --- and Elizabeth Squires
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