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A grown child falls a young child flies, a gray man huffs and rolls his eyes a smiling nurse in all white sighs a hand flings up to answer tries a spoken comment was not wise a star is given as a prize envy consumes all the lies a mother buckles down and cries, some mental fuse is blown and fries as masks are raised to form disguise to mute the sound as laughter dies
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
Laughter Lines
A grown child falls a young child flies, a gray man huffs and rolls his eyes a smiling nurse in all white sighs a hand flings up to answer tries a spoken comment was not wise a star is given as a prize envy consumes all the lies a mother buckles down and cries, some mental fuse is blown and fries as masks are raised to form disguise to mute the sound as laughter dies
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
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