Don't you like to smile? You know sometimes it is warranted, Those times when we can laze a while, Forget the world's exorbitant Amount of stresses and their warring bid For domination of our psyches. Slap some nonsense news on my dormant lid, Tell me a joke to strike ease Lightly on matchbox nights like these. Tie a ring of embers around my tongue. If we're laughing we're using the right keys; Laughter is how the spirit stays young. Then, even when we're old, your eyes and lips Will never cease to make my heart do flips.
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