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As I recall, you cried the first night we met
I found it unusual though charming
Soon it became clear you cried too easily
That daily weep was something alarming
Tears should be for special occasions
Justified by unmitigated joy or grief
Not turned on like a tap by ephemera
But controlled, orderly and brief
I decided to give you something to cry at
Began to roa...
Wednesday 15th July 2020 11:25 am

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