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Feb 13, 2007 12:01

Girl of grief & grey
Awful tears non-stop-
What arose she didn’t reckon would result
When she begged, pleaded, keened for help

(“This is absolute buggery!
How long ago was it that she begged for quiet?
‘Just a bit of peace, some solitude, from all these constant demands,’ she cried…
So there you go, happy to oblige-- And look now! She’s successfully tunneled herself out of eleven feet of snow, just to hang her head and cry again!”

“Unbelievable,” agreed the Oak, though still amazed by the resiliency of sheer despair.

“Perpetual Lady of Sorrow, that one!”

“Look, she’s still at it… can’t you make her quit that whimpering--- everyone with ears is going to become permanently benighted from constantly covering up their ears!”

“She’s not even crying anymore, just making that awful noise.”

“Right- I know--- ‘I can’t cry anymore, please help,’ she prayed-I don’t really quite understand.”)

Finally, finally, the world succumbed
and agreed to take over
to assist in any small way to cease that infernal howling.

If you can’t cry anymore, we’ll do it
Said the world
And poured down a deluge the likes of which
she and her descendants had never seen
and never did see
because her kind is gone now,
completely drowned away.

The daisies still giggle about it to this day.
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