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Duct

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 roam, played the field

Quietly enjoyed your bawling and mewling

Watched you suffer, refused to yeild

 

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

 

One day you had to go to the doctors

Came home howling like something wild

At your funeral I was racked by regret

Stood there blubbing like a child

 

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

ducttearscryingweepingbawlingmewlingblubbingregret

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