Funny, the span of my years,
Rolling along without me;
Don't look back,
So cold the heart
And madness in the head,
Lost imaginations cry;
Though, I brush them aside
Polite, I try to be;
Loneliness the place to hide,
She, her, and she too,
So very, very far away
Staring, yet it has to be,
Heard the news just yesterday
Bound by love they say,
Fast coming was number three...
Reduced to just a memory,
Gone away she is with him,
Probably never see again,
Sunshine, how bright you are
Thank you for your warmth today
Take me with you when you leave,
good-bye.
M.S. Baruth - "Hell is three sevens on a triple word score".
(and something final - terminating membership)
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