Speak to the sunshine, shoo off that lowly light bubble.
We laugh not at shadows grappling over the daily bread, but bid welcome to cosmic humors
casting subtle tchotchkes of yesterday's irony upon your laced clouds.
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The humor begins within - cleansed of power cords, cradling wit, playing footsie with paradoxes.