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Monday, 3 March 1997

Tears

I always try never to cry
But my tears bear no fears
Out they flow making my eyes glow
Seeing my tear pool, they call me a sentimental fool.
Tears I can’t hold for I am not so bold.
Will I find someone so kind
Who’s ready to dry my moist eye?
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