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A Dose of Laughter
I'm not well. Can't you tell? Mirth will heal my every ill Glee can revive, keep me alive I'd crawl a mile for a smile; Isn't it plain that I'm in pain? Laughter is pure and can surely cure. I can't be strong for very long. I don't need a pill for my ill. I must retain what still remain; Though insecure, I want to endure. Even though, I don't know It works somehow, so come on now; If you wait around I'll surely be found Rev. Saundra L. Washington, is an ordained clergywoman, social worker, and Founder of AMEN Ministries, http://www.clergyservices4u.org. She is also the author of two coffee table books: Room Beneath the Snow, Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances, Homilies that Teach.
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