Goodbye

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If I twist and turn and hurt my foot,

Please don't laugh behind my back.

Clumsiness it is not, but bad luck

Brought no doubt by your negative emanations.

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If I run and hide to some place I know,

Please don't look for me when I'm gone.

I run to be away from you people.

Solitude is sweeter than your company.

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When I say goodbye and walk away,

Don't give me your half-hearted "God Bless."

I don't want your insincere good thoughts,

And God won't bless me on your behalf.

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Let me go where I please, in my own way.

I'll get there without you egging me on.

Keep your schemes to yourselves and let me be.

You have plenty others to heckle anyway.

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30 January 2000

2223H

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