Who now is he with long a face,
Lurking, stooping around my place,
A Goldilocks, he steals my chair,
And to look at my bed, I know he's been there.
I knew him once but now he's gone,
My angel replaced this blue forlorn,
I will remember him, from time to time
But no longer does he pull the line
that kept me low, and to the ground,
My angels hold me now he's gone.
Friday, September 08, 2006
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