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Tears

Tears roll down,

I would wipe them.

 

Tears roll down,

I would taste them.

 

Tears roll down,

I would catch them.

 

Tears roll down,

I would keep them.

 

Tears roll down,

I would help them.

 

Tears roll down...

no one ever catches mine.

 

 

 

© 1997 David Greg Harth

97.06.10.01:02:00@NYC

Mother’s Day