Get it Out – a lil poem about crying

When I cry, its not for long

It’s just to get it out

The stewing of my heart ache

the restlessness, the doubt

And when I’ve had my party

filled w/pity, self, & weeping,

I dry my eyes & find my coffee;

th’microwave is beeping

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