Poetry-weeping
I hear a young little child
It’s cry is sweet and mild
It makes me form a tear
Wish I could recall that year
Seeing that child brings a tear to my eye
Weeping and wailing, now I start to cry.
::David::
3-9-96
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I hear a young little child
It’s cry is sweet and mild
It makes me form a tear
Wish I could recall that year
Seeing that child brings a tear to my eye
Weeping and wailing, now I start to cry.
::David::
3-9-96
.
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