I didn't stop caring,
I just stopped crying
my eyes had no more to give
my hand kerchief
got tired of drying
tears,
my eyes dried, un-
bleared,
I honked my last
big honking blast
from my sore, red nose
and I threw it in the trash
The hanky, not my nose!
it was all stained and smeared
from the tears you made me cry
and big snot honks!
I'm a delicate guy.
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