16. aryst0krat

Deep beyond measure, as though from the ground
Or light as a feather, tinkling with glee
Or short and staccato, a rapid-fire sound
Tomayto tomahto - they're equal to me

From young or from not, they bring me a smile
So loud or so not, still topping the pile
Joke spoke or joke not... A Laugh's Worth the While.

The End

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