Gone.
Taken away from me.
Whole again, I shall never be.
My future turned to history.
My contentment turned to misery.
Gone.
Lost.
Never to connect again.
I miss the way you spoke to me,
My dearest Club Penguin.
Waddle on.
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Author:
ncmatthews01 (
Offline) - Published: April 18th, 2022 14:32
- Category: Humor
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Comments1
I love this! The last three lines made me laugh especially the final line "waddle on". Great poem!
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