Farewell to thee my fine feathered friend
Our relationship has come to an end
Bird seed left uneaten
How short was our meetin'
Where you've gone, we do not know
Perhaps you've met your true love named Flo
And she whisked you off to Greece
We wish you love, joy and peace.
(Okay, Okay. I hear you...Please stop with the poems. They are horrible. The are even deplorable...:)
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