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July 2002 Poetry I’m sorry for always,
being in your way.
Just think, one more year,
and I’ll be out of your way.
~
No more of me doing,
everything wrong.
No more repeating,
the same old song.
~
No more calls,
to come pick me up.
No more house,
full of my stuff.
~
I’ll be out of your way,
in no time at all.
This bird will leave her nest,
don’t worry if I fall.
~
I’ll spread my wings again,
and fly into the sky.
Don’t worry now,
I won’t forget to say goodbye.
~
Hold on, one more thing,
yes one more thing to say.
Although I’ve said it before, still.
I’m sorry for being in the way.
~*~ Jill ~*~
