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This is Tear Time

IT’S SOMEWHAT LIKE THE WORD “DEFINED” YOU CAN EVEN MAKE FOR IT A RYHME IT LAST A WHILE, FOR A WINK, A SMILE BUT IN TEAR TIME IT’S REALLY A CRIME IT’S PUSH AND SHOVE TO HURT AND HIT YET THE DIFFERENCES IS THE JUST A DAY SO LIKE A RHYME IN SPACE AND TIME IT’S TALK AND TALK TO SAY AND SAY IT’S TEAR TIME MAN, DON’T TAKE A STAND TO LET ALL THE BYGONES REALLY BE THE DAILY GRIND WHERE YOU WON’T FIND THE EYES TO HOLD NOR EVEN JUST TO SEE IT’S TEAR TIME SIR, THE WORLD’S ON HOLD FOR HANDS SO CLOSER TO THE TRUTH SO FIND THE SPINE, BE BOLD TO FIND TO TAKE BACK TEARS FROM YOUTH IT’S TEAR TIME FRIEND, THE PULL IS “SHUSH’ IN THE DAILY’S THEY ALWAYS HAVE A WAY THE TIMES, THE LINES, THE TALK SO FULL OF “RUTH” AND “LESS’ TO ALWAYS SAY IT’S LESS A VERB AND CAN BE ABSURD BECAUSE THE NAPKIN CANNOT TELL THE SHED, THE BLED, THE LEFT FOR DEAD IN THE CINEMA WHISPER’S LEFT TO SELL IT’S TEAR TIME HERE YET TEARS WILL END FOR THOSE WHO SEE, WHO NEVER BEND IN LETTING BY, IN ALL REASONS WHY IN A HAND TO CRY JUST FOR A FRIEND

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