Eleanor
Eleanor
Will never die
The day she does I will cry
Memories memories a lot
Maybe she should just be a thought
Ice racing, jumping her
All were fun
Now its time to take her out back
And shoot her with a gun
Had great times but she is done
Old Eleanor, you were fun.
Old Eleanor, you were the one
Copyright © Red Hunter | Year Posted 2009
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