Greg Loyd

Rookie (12/2/1981 / New Orleans, LA)

Bird Named Blance

I once new this bird named blanch she was as cute as could be but I new I had no chance.
She probly thought I was a stalker and at first I was about to go off on her.
Then we made friends we laughed till the end next thing I knew she was gone with the wind.
Where o where did my blanchy go why o why did she ever have to go.
Come back blanch the party's not the same without you why did you leave what ever did I do.
But I know this ain't the end I'll see her again and I just wanted to let her

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