Don’t Cry


Don’t cry over spilled blackberry jam
You can always have honey
Don’t cry when you get to the edge of the cliff
But rejoice in the profound beauty below
Don’t cry when you hear her voice on the answering machine
She was happy when she left that message
Don’t cry about the clouds
For they are full of mystery
Constantly shifting
Forming shapes, changing colors
Bringing a sweet rain
Or a fantastic lightening
Don’t cry when the needle approaches
What it contains is for your good
It will put you to sleep
Until it’s all over
So, don’t cry
Let it rain over you
You can always have apple butter
Don’t cry


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