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The Study of Humor

Remember when you were little
and made up jokes?
Who’s there?
Potatoes who?
Potatoes for dinner.

Is that funny?, you’d ask.
If I admitted, no, it wasn’t all that funny,
you’d ask, astonished and aggrieved, Why not?
Tuning yourself
like a dial,
learning to hear
what is worth laughing about,
stubbornly convinced
that you already knew what
was funny: Everything.
Absolutely everything.

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