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. . . Tears You can cut my face Or break my nose, Neither a tear you'll see. Or run me over In a speeding car; Crying is not for me. You can think me sod Trampled upon; Without a tear I'll be. Pull out nails, And rake these eyes, A tattooed manhood You always will see.
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