Both by troth are hard and uneasy to control -
Seated in the face though, one in the eyes;
The other, undulates from the lips to despise,
Condemn or enjoy spreading over the facial whole,
Gliding across the cheeks, wrinkled or plump,
Down the contour in strange giggles and shake,
Taking out on the stocks of feelings fake;
Or at best to enjoy, endorse, and gloat-lump;
Just as withheld tears set gloomy clouds afloat
And released, send forth tremors down the body
In sobs, gasps, wry-faces and spasms unsteady;
Onions and the laughing gas have their utility-coat;
Agony supposed to squeeze tears, tickles laughter
While ecstasy fills the eyes wet with tears softer...!
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