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I cry at anything anymore..
by Vikki Owens..the drop of a hat
and the tears well up, a pretty song makes
the deluge overflow,
I cry at just about everything,
dropping the silverware,
dropping a line to a good soldier,
the plummet of the darling buds of May.
In the bedroom I cry like a baby,
at the thought of you beside me,
at the fall of bedsheets and temperature.
04/25/2005 Posted on 04/25/2005
Copyright © 2026 Vikki Owens
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