Florida Fond Farewells
Have a party, all are leaving.
Fond farewells and sad goodbyes,
pack your clothes and try not grieving.
Hug each other, do not cry.
Winter's over head north fast, five days later home at last.
Unload your over swollen car set up the kitchen and the bar.
Call your friends, tell them your near.
"Come on over, have a beer."
Same friends there are same ones here.
Copyright © Gail Blakeley | Year Posted 2010
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