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Intoxicated with giggles,
we stumble over nothing,
Untroubled by our audience of others.
We don’t recall the joke, and we don’t care what it was
Because laughter feels a lot like love.
Tripping up the stairs, are three intertwining pairs
Of floundering, doddering legs.
We’ve smiled our faces to their maximum width,
And we can hardly keep our feet below our knees.
So we braid our arms around each other’s waists
And topple forward as a group, like a sloshing bowl of soup
‘Til we spill out on the lawn, in a crashing, splashing heap
And we laugh ourselves to silence on the ground.