I went to bed last night laughing. It's true I may have been a little over-served at Flannery's. But when I woke up this morning, none the worse for wear, I was still laughing. And then this poem came into my head. My inelegant, but descriptive title for it is "Goodbye to Parts of Self that No Longer Serve". It came with a fresh little tune, too.
It's you that I am burdened by.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
I let you go. I take my leave.
I wear your tears upon my sleeve.
And no, we can't have one more try.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
The picture at the top is of the pink hawthorn bush outside my window.
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