Leave me with my bones to lie,
Take back your silly gifts.
I’ll learn to be again in time,
So please depart with thrift.
When summer came, you crept into my eyes
But now that it’s winter, you’ll go with a sigh.
By March I expect you’ll come knocking again
And I'll gladly shout, “Please, do come in!”
Who are you to comfort and ease me?
Your words are a sock in the eye.
If all you want is to hold me dearly,
Why is it since June I’ve cried?
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