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12/31/19 at 09:23PM
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Poetry
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A lonely tear ran down his cheek,
through his beard so white.
A wayward tear kept sliding down,
during this sad and lonely night.
The thought of love that will be lost,
no matter what you tried to do.
A thought so sad of she, on this day;
her life would soon be through.
