I Cried A Mississippi Poem by Sheena Blackhall

I Cried A Mississippi



I cried a Mississippi when he died
Of all mankind he was so very fine
It left a doughnut hole inside my heart
Where Crow, the Sorrow-bird sat down to dine

And people say time heals, that hoary lie
You just improve at smothering the sigh

Saturday, February 4, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
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