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Humor Poem
Humor Poem
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one path is splitting into many, the roads hahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahah Cotton mouthed the Jester stares
twisting/intertwining like snakes in heat hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah out at the crowd the eyes are
what must I do to cross the threshold hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah the eyes call him an opportunist
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The killer catches up with his victim
his vengeance is absolute
blood is spilt in massive waves and pain (oh the pain)
it fills the theater from wall to wall
she is a skilled actress/her cries sound genuine
laughter comes from the first row
uneasy but loud enough to be heard
twenty
rows
back
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahbahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaha cold tile on clammy skin
Notre Dame burned today, my mother cried as she texted me. hahahahahahahaha kneeling hahahahahahahahaha
What are we to say? How are we to laugh in the face of such tragedy? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah cursing hahahahahahahahaha
The World Trade Center burned today, my mother cried as she held me. hahahahahahahaha moaning hahaha