I wish I had a crying tree where I could cry my woes;
I wish I had a wishing well where I could drown my foes.
I wish I had a time machine so I could make amends;
I'm gazing at a gaping gorge without a single friend.
A Journey of Poetry and Writing
I wish I had a crying tree where I could cry my woes;
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