Steaming Bowl
Everyone has a steaming bowl of sadness
A bucket of tears
But mine is coated with madness
And sprinkled with fears
We all get one pot
For every sad thing
We cry without thought
For no cheerful bells ring
They keep coming and coming
We can't make them stop
We try running and running
Like robber from cop
But we just can't get away
They just won't go
The tears are to pay
For what we don't know
Every bowl will hit like one big barge...
But I think mine is two sizes too large
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Jen H. | Year Posted 2008
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