Pad Pad

 I always remember your beautiful flowers
And the beautiful kimono you wore
When you sat on the couch
With that tigerish crouch
And told me you loved me no more.
What I cannot remember is how I felt when you were unkind All I know is, if you were unkind now I should not mind.
Ah me, the power to feel exaggerated, angry and sad The years have taken from me.
Softly I go now, pad pad.

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