Fore he only stared
And took up empty space
Because he was slow
With such a slow pace
And Oh, he
Was such a slack
Their is no way that
We could ever
Welcome him back
He just didn't have the knack
For running track'
And those delusions' of
Grandeur were just a silly act
And I knew that he would
Be coming back
For cofee, tea or dinner
With me
Or even a snack
Come home to me please
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Please come home soon!
We miss you and are awaitiing your arrival
Signed:
Not under any suspicious circumstances......
GF
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