Aldo Kraas Poems

I cry much, much more
This days
The tears that run from my eyes
I can't stop it
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My scribblings
On a piece of paper
Don't make sense at all
And at this point I don't care
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To understand you
I have to read about you
In books
Or meet you face to face
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The bottle is his only luxury
That he can afford with his own money
He doesn't see anything wrong with it
And others do
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