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Sobs

Sobs are nothing more than lone cries,
Something inside you know has died.
You have lost something, as I see?
If I may ask, what could it be?
A beaten down puppy? A small cat?
Or maybe a forgotten, dark blue hat?
No need to know, keep it away,
Others to hear, now that's not OK!

How about a pair of nice shoes?
Is that ever something that you might lose?
Something better than a necklace or ring,
You don't just lose THOSE kinds of things.
I am not sure what you have misplaced,
But whatever it was, was it a mistake?
Expensive, valuble, rare or one of a kind.
Shove these thoughts out of your mind.

You shouldn't care on how they are seen,
By other spectators that just look at the theme,
You should look inside the gift or shared,
Think of someone who has finally cared.
Think, 'Why did they try? And why for free?
Why someone unfriendly, someone like me?'
It bugs me so to see this in action.
For us in the United States this a normal funtion.

I want you to think, hard and clear.
Something on a daily basis you do not hear.
Was it a game or just a toy?
When you have lost this fine young boy,
Did you ever think, What did I do?
To lose such boy as he so good?
I have the answer, but that is later.
When I have to pay you in Nilla Wafers.

Remember this now, dear old friend,
You need not to lose another again.
Be ready to listen and bare the game,
I am to teach you, behind the name.
Ben has asked me and I shall see to it,
So I write you here, so none need see it.
Here is Lesson Number One, there is no cost.
I am to teach you to find your beloved Lost.

Sobs are full of pain, like a p***k of a pin,
They are symbol of something about to begin.

--Miss Gray