Last grate date

This was a warm date wairever I satted on Tanya's lap with Panky and smellt tha Mighty River while mam sat beside me.

Now I have felt lake "Lafe is too kold forn me."

I have thot about wan pome.

Tha Leef

Lake an dried old leef

in November
I ken feel mine sole

shriveling up

and dying

Lake a ded leef

in January
I have lost mine
hope
of more lafe

Lake a new leef
in March
I am dreeming

Of smells and green
and reddy

to spring back
into Lafe.

Tha End!