Hard to say goodbye
And sorry, for that matter.
...Goodbye and sorry...
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Hard to say goodbye
And sorry, for that matter.
...Goodbye and sorry...
...Goodbye and sorry...
-Runs away and trips on branch-
Back to starting line
goodbye and sorry
whispered Autumn as she left;
Winter stormed right in
winter stormed right in
ripping the summer screens in
its frigid slamming
Its frigid slamming
Makes the sweet rhythm rock cold.
Blues guitar makes swing.
blues guitar makes swing
Chet's trumpet slices blue-notes,
a precise surgeon
A precise surgeon
cut off my leg yesterday.
Now they call me peg.
:lol:
you better lay off the ..... *whistling*
Now they call me Peg,
after a lifetime of Marg.
I only liked Meg.
now they call me peg
soon i will be torsoe boy
a tipsy doctor
:sick:
A tipsy doctor
Gave me a tipsy drug; now
I am quite tipsy!
I am quite tipsy
On my most tipsy toes
Nutcracker ballet
Nutcracker ballet?
Did the leading male dancer.
Slip doing a split? :lol:
Slip doing the split
Is how some people err, true
I'll hold your leg, please.
I'll hold your leg, please,
Kiss gently behind your knee;
Delicate hollow
delicate hollow
wisp of a word: air. days spent
breathing in rhythm