I worked hard for you.
Now I know you’re blue.
Snatched away too soon.
This is only June.
I was around this morning.
Gone in the evening.
Two legs and stickie fingers took me for a walk.
But no one saw me. No one to bawk.
In broad daylight,
what a sight.
I was broken. They might get a quarter.
For you I had much life; now it’s shorter.
Remember me fondly.
I know you must replace me, oddly.
The cops won’t track me down.
I will never be foun.
😢
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