I left the new clothes in my hut,
I wore a tattered jeans and a hat,
My first step almost broke my heart,
The oxen of Joe pulled me in a cart.
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oh we have to leave all and these leaving becomes hurriedly, quietly, finally and remind friendly tears.....//// lovely poem; enjoyed I
what a nice poem. I like the rhyme and the rhythm created. A simple poem with a strong message.