Goodbye Part XVI
¶ 1
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A passerby poignantly asks him “time’s kick off forra Swans en?”
from the sunlight under the unplugged floodlight,
¶ 2
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And two red-wearing, Forest-decorated bohemians pass me reflecting,
probably forgetting the move that damned our shouting legs.
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Going down, going down, going do-own.
¶ 4
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Today you are jaggedly unrecognizable,
Your face is indecipherable, despite screaming.
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