Hobby Horse
She just sits at home
And cries at everything
At milk spilt on the carpet
At children gone and grown
Freed from grasping apron strings
At the beach, she's a wreck
And her unkempt stare is back
To drive away pleasant company
And words that trail sympathy
Till nothing lives in her wake
Monday, May 02, 2005
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