i smile the way you 'scribe
you emerge from the jokester tribe
so many sorghum sorrows have been thrust
so only the punchline pummels can she trust
the doubledealings of the past
when treacherous traceotomies were their steadfast
and now we jews refuse to be their lampshade spews
i weep the way you 'scribe
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