Weeping GirlA Poem by Terry O'LearyYour tears do not become your eyes. Would my guitar weep in their stead to drench and drown the shade that tries, and charm a smile when woe has fled, the fingers of my restless hands would dance to soothing sarabands. © 2017 Terry O'LearyReviews
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9 Reviews Added on August 8, 2015 Last Updated on April 14, 2017 AuthorTerry O'LearyFranceAbouta physicist lacking gravity... learning more and more... about less and less... until we finally know... everything about nothing... more..Writing
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