We laugh.
With there lentlessness of old people, we laugh.
Lying about, peeling lichees, we laugh.
Grimacing at the pain in our back, we laugh.
At the ordinary, at the extraordinary, we laugh.
Toothless, we laugh.
We laugh.
With there lentlessness of old people, we laugh.
Lying about, peeling lichees, we laugh.
Grimacing at the pain in our back, we laugh.
At the ordinary, at the extraordinary, we laugh.
Toothless, we laugh.
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