Briefly I could sit and write,
But now I have to go.
My lovely friends, wait on me,
In a place I’ve come to know.
They share all of their blessings,
As I shall do for them.
Make me feel I’ll want for nothing,
They really are, la crème de la crème.
So I hurry now, for I must rush,
To find a bus and travel there.
And arrive to where the peacefulness,
Will let me smile without a care.
The avenue is packed with folk,
Who also journey to their homes.
So I must weave and dodge about,
Amidst the tired and weary groans.
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