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By Leela Date: 2003 Dec 19 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.19.18.12.22501]] |
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She sat in her round wicker chair With tears streaming down her face She couldn't hold them back She was, "unable to ever hold anything back." Her feelings were like a bottle of wine That someone had opened and forgotten to re-cork And laid on its side in the refrigerator... Pouring out over everything Or everyone |