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Inborn Tears
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I congratulate
the icicles on their serenity.
They have courage and backbone;
their hard hearts will never give way.
Mid-morning I hear drops of water steadily falling.
I look up at the eaves. I see
the enactment of the same old story.
The icicles are weeping away their inborn tears
and if they only knew it, their true identity.
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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