R.I.P

Goodbye to you, my trusted phone.
We've known each other since I was a summerbird.
Togehter we cleaned toiletseats.
Learned of boatworlds ABC's.
I skinned your shell and skinned my knees.

We had joy, and some more, we had seasons on the toiletfloor.
And the way you were crushed,
really got me to blush.

(melodi: Seasons in the sun)

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