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The Scent of Softening

A poem a day keeps all your friends away...

Saturday, August 9, 2008

8/8/08 Crying

The floor is crying for a mop.
The walls are crying for paint.
The cat is crying for any scrap of affection.
The garden is crying for water.
Cookie is crying out of desperation,
and Ama is crying out of habit.
It seems like everybody is crying.
Posted by Ramona Redding at 9:50 PM

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