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Laughter's uplifting sound always works for me;
giggling children are a most refreshing sound;
rip-snorting, knee-slapping and guffawing adults,
gut-busting, side-splitters knocking you to the ground.
I've been a comedy-lover for longer than I can remember;
I'm tickled pink and full of delight at jokers' fun and games.
As a child, I hid to secretly listen to the comedians of old;
Groucho, Gleason, Skelton, Stooges are a few of the names.
Only the grown folks were allowed to hear them tell their tales
hilarious, but a wee risqué, were those old comedians of fame.
My younger siblings once caught me with ear against the door;
wasn't long after hearing what I heard, life was never the same.
When all our laughing and excitement calmed, we formed a pact;
but, speaking in between snickering kept our tears rolling down.
They pledged secrecy on one condition: they'd get to listen, too.
Together as one and ever using laughter to cure tears of a clown.
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