Yeah, For Elsewhere

She's gone,she's gone
Ole Ugly is gone
She's gone out of my hair
She slipped and fell
And broke her leg-
That she's gone
Can't say I even care

It's a relief, a great relief
She's finally out of my
hair... And Lord, I hope
We don't get another
Ugly, To fill up her chair

Poetry by Helen Paquin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-09-25 at 13:09

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! such bitter sweat sorows - not so is gathered in the reading!