laugh?
barely, but only at the expense
of others.
i wasted
my best material
on her.
my hours
and hours of freshly
hewn jokes
and observations
went for naught.
hardly a chuckle came
out of her
pretty mouth.
not even a smile
crossed
her face,
just a wince, a sigh,
and a
roll of her doll
black eyes.
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