Thomas,

My heart is made of sterner stuff Than you could break with words so rough I want you to know You don't have to go If you're leaving because of me

But if you go I wish you well Fair winds until in port you dwell I hope that I'll See you once in a while When you stop in to visit us, see?

Bleh. Well, it rhymes anyway. It's a Saturday afternoon; what can I say? Hehehe.

Alex
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