Sweet EdithA Poem by Mali BaPut your tears in your pocket. Keep them for later, for there's work to be done. When you find your pockets dry, don't go a-looking for clues. Put your faith in your shoes, where none can pilfer, no tongue will ask you why. when sodom falls and zion calls sweet Edith, don't you cry. © 2015 Mali Ba |
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Added on May 5, 2015 Last Updated on May 5, 2015 |

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