I once knew a girlwho would just stand there and stare.
At anyone or anything,
she seemed not to care
She'd stare at the ground,
She'd stare at the sky.
She'd stare at you for hours,and you'd never know why.
But after winning the local staring contest,
she finally gave her eyesa well-deserved rest.
This poem as well as others from Tim Burton's "The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy" can be found here.
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