Captain - (after Sara Teasdale - "Pierrot")
Captain plays in the garden,
The one we never had -
He digs a hole to find a bone;
The one that makes me sad.
Captain plays in the garden,
He thinks I'll come for him -
But he is long forgotten,
His memory would make me glim.
Captain plays in the garden,
And all the field hands know,
That Captain loves his ball -
Do I still love him so?
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