People don't cry over the milk that got spilt.
They cry for the effort fruitlessly wasted—
For songs forever unsung,
For lack of foresight,
For butter un-tasted,
And mind numbing tasks
Impatiently waiting to be redone.
They cry for the effort fruitlessly wasted—
For songs forever unsung,
For lack of foresight,
For butter un-tasted,
And mind numbing tasks
Impatiently waiting to be redone.
-jenn long
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