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Second Query

What makes people laugh?

Is it when a dog barks and everybody runs
And a boy's pants fall off to the smudged ground
Where ants play violins and dogs poop on after

Two hours of chasing cars and stalking cats, of running
In circles to find at length that it would have been more

Apt and Real

If dogs were humans and angels were two paper cups
Scrambled over tables painted with rainbow colors, chairs
With random monotones, styles, sizes, that, as punchlines
From stints explode in humor, implode into the emotionally dishonest

Nothingness of laughter? Is that what makes you laugh?

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