Goodbye
Gazing out the window,
looking into the sky.
Seeing a fluffy white cloud,
as it passes by.
Screaming aloud,
‘till my head really hurts.
Running around.
barefoot in the dirt.
All of these things,
and many more.
Are my favorite things,
they fly out the door.
Just as the clouds fly by,
to all good things in life,
you must say goodbye.
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