some have no funny bone.
laughter is hard. there is no
joy,
no sense
of humor.
they live in the dark,
weighed down
by chores, by responsibility.
by seriousness
all the time.
the world is hard.
they see no light at the end
of any
tunnel.
it's a cave without joy.
even the days
are nights.
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