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Crying
I suffer busy tear ducts,
They must be very clean,
They're washed out almost every day,
And odd times in between.
I've never known a moment,
When my cheeks are really dry,
I try to laugh, but I'm beaten back,
By a silly need to cry.
I get so sentimental,
About lonely rendezvous,
Before I know I've been stood up,
I'm crying over you.
I'm crying everywhere I go,
I'm crying in the street,
I'm crying when I go to bed,
I'm crying in my sleep.
I'm crying before breakfast,
I'm crying before tea
I'm crying in the hope one day,
My crying days will cease.
© Joseph G Dawson