Oct 2016
My feelings ain't hurt
but I'm crying.
Wet-eyed, Dry-cheek
kind of cry.
Crying pride that's
what I'll call it.
Hell, I guess they
do grow up.
but I'm crying.
Wet-eyed, Dry-cheek
kind of cry.
Crying pride that's
what I'll call it.
Hell, I guess they
do grow up.
Written by
Todd Franklin Milstead
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