Box of Kleenex
In a drawer,
Would of, should of
Left you, at the store,
Because knowing you are here
Tears start popping everywhere,
Just by knowing that you're there.
No, I'm not that sad at all,
These are only backed up tears,
For the Kleenex in the drawer.
I don't know why,
But Kleenex always
Make me cry,
So, just helping
The economy along.
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I would like to translate this poem
Please, comprehend for me, would you, thank you so much! is that KLEEN EX or CLEAN your EX or something alien from Outer space? Dear great Poetess, I am not accustomed in this race.... Thank you so much for this great enjoyment, eventhough only for a box or a drawer full of Clean-ur-exes…. Please, don't be mad, 'cause I'll be true sad. SERIOUSLY, I have enjoyed very much his true USA poem. Merci!