Goodbye
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Mark Heathcote
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Not a day goes by
A cry of farewell returned.
That he doesn't flit and fly
Like a butterfly.
But then he hears a lullaby
And somewhere mid-air!
Petrify, frozen. Every day
He went as far as saying "goodbye".
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