The skies are grey and so am I,
I kiss my angel goodbye.
For this country I do serve,
Because I know, I deserve.
Someone in this world so fine,
To drink a glass of sparkling wine.
For when I’m old, I hope I am,
Someone better than Uncle Sam.
Therefore, I leave you with this message one,
That I will have some fun.
On this day I sit alone,
Hopefully finding my one true clone.
This poem was initialing intend for Jenna my first crush.
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