Who Smiles Through Every Tear.
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Who wants to
Rant at Walls,
when The Bastards
have no Ears?
Come My Dear..
let me Show you
Finer Treasures
Here.
I am Misery..
insisting on an
Audience To
My Ranting..
Heed me..
and Be Saved!
(from another
Day's Monotony.)
And what Pretty
Eyes you Have
Sweet Death..
The Better to
Laugh at Me!
(I suspect.)
It must be easy
Being You..
How They
Cower in
Respect!
(and pay
their Proper
Dues.)
But..
who wants
to Rant at
These Bastards
Walls..
Come Love..
let us seek an
Exit From Here.
For I am
Misery..
and You..
My Company.
(Who Smiles
Through Every
Tear.)
J.Stephen.H.
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