Little Girls Are Sensitive - is this the way home
A girl's tears; at their value
Boys can only scoff.
That mean their laughter. Who now
With turned heads walk off.
From out a rill its spirit
Blown up reed grass pleads
Whose own mushy blubber-trend
Into her's does flow
To scoop those pearls of sorrow;
Til ma intercedes.
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