Bubba by Meredith Wilde

Bubba

by Meredith Wilde.........................................

One day my mother told me that Bubba had to go,
And I simply cried out to her in woe:"Mother,I know that he has no nose,
his eyesight dark as a crow,but why must Bubba have to go?"
As tears were going arush,
Bubba told me to hush,
For we would meet again someday
Again a time to run and play.

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