A Laugh is Born
Time for a Laugh
It starts in the mind
and tickles the soul- then heart
bursts forth with laughter.
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Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
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By Morgan Longford6 days ago in Chapters
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Made me smile💙Anneliese
I feel this!!