Acheeka left,
mid way through the summer.
Good byes we said, whilst my heart bled.
The brother just left,
and at first I rejoiced.
But now, I would pay the fool ten pounds to hear his voice!
Chydo will leave,
come Friday I believe.
What does one do, when without one's boo?
One's confidante.. etcetera etceteroo?
I'm blue.
To lose a moose is tragic, as I'm sure you agree.
But to lose three,
oh help!
It's crushing Bitchy!!
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