King Mitch

King Mitch

Not 3, not 2, just 1 King Mitch,
Nor you, nor me, will have the nose, to sense,

Or air to breathe, the same as he,
Not strength to walk, or faith to leave,

But he, he has, live on, you must,
This world we live, it's unreal to trust,

From dust we came, and back we'll go,
And tears will fall, much feelings of low,

Don't go we'll ask, and hope to be,
It's something we didn't, prepare to see,

R, I, P, grandpa, my love is sent,
Not 3, nor 2, but 1 King Mitch...

We Love You
Mitchell James Jones

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