Farewell
Farewell...Farewell...
I hate to leave you in this harsh state
Oh well...oh well...
Goodbye...farewell...
I hate to desert you on our first date
Poor thing...poor thing...
Farewell...Farewell...
I hate to run off and lock the gate
Farewell...Farewell...
The bell...The bell...
Rang. I begin to vacillate
Ta-ta! Farewell!
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2012
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