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MOHAMMAD SKATI


A Pretty Laugh Makes Good Sense


A pretty laugh is heavier Than any gold or any diamond Because it is much more greater And much more wonderful, It expresses our true happiness When we're happy in truth, All things become worthless In front of that pretty laugh That makes us happy and glad, Gold, although it's a great metal Precious, but a pretty laugh is Better than of it, A pretty laugh is a pretty gift Given to us, then to be given to Others by us, We give true laughs, then We get pretty happiness, so A happy and lovely laugh survives As long as we keep it because It makes good sense.

Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2014
Edited: Friday, April 11, 2014

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