As you walk into the room, your cute little smirk of a
smile sets everything on fire.
As you talk, words flow out nicely and evenly, like a
Russian ballet.
You're leaving us now, the change will do you good, I
guess, but we'll be minus a happy face.
Wherever you go, or whatever you do, let it be under
stood, that you're always going to be tops with us.
Drop in or write a note once in a while, cause we sure
wouldn't want to lose track of your sweet smile.
Good days are coming in the future, and we hope you'll
look back on the past, saying with that sunshiny smile
of yours, 'Ah! I've made it at last'!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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