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She cries because she can đź’•

She cries because she can đź’•

She is only a little child so she cries almost  all the time

Dripping drop like ripples upon a rivulet without no reason nor a rhyme

And weeping whilst one is merely but a tiny tot is natural, just like that ticking of the time

Tis’ but simply tearful emotions and never, ever could it be classed as a crime..

So she sobs because she is happy yet wails more when she is sad

Weeping waterfalls from highest heights whenever she is mad

Yet like yon sizzling sunshine shining on a lily pad

Dewdrops dry just like her running tears as soon as she is glad..

She is only a little girl so she cries because she can

And nobody will ever question her nor wonder at her plan   

Coz crying came the minute she was born as soon as her birth began

Yet when she weeps no more, this will be the end of her long, lifespan...

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Greg Etsell

i got poem for 
for you to write
called LIFE IS GIGGLE 

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Jill Tait

Oooh yes I love this I will have shower get brekkie then give it my best shot just for you Greg ❤️🤣💕❤️

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