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By Liz P., South Barrington, IL

He doesn’t know what makes her cry
But if he could he’d find out why.

It hurts him more and more each day:
He never can find what to say.

He wishes something that he did
Would help her through… whatever it is.

With all the charming art he draws,
He still will never know the cause

Is something that is close to home;
A pretty face she loves: his own.

‘Cause once upon a time she cried
When he had sent her from his side:

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