Remember, remember, the 5th of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot;
I know of no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
I see our old photograph.
It’s sad and lonely.
I’ve crumpled it and thrown it away
A thousand and one times.
Always, I either miss the can
Or that sad little photo comes crawling out,
Straitens itself and defiantly stands at my feet.
Sometimes, I wish it was as easy to get ride of
As you were…
I placed your photograph upon my mirror
surrounded by the other faces I hold dear.
But each night before I sleep
I pray it's your face my heart will keep.
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