Tears! ! !
Tears are mother nature's best friend
Shed by persons both happy and sad
When shed by someone who means to offend
Or offered by Max who is mad
Just remember that Mom collects them year round
And does it without even a frown
Because they replentish our earth
With flowers and grass
So cry me a river
The drought doth come hither
poem by John Shea
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