Ryan McPhee

My Annabelle Lee was named Ryan McPhee,

He was as sweet as could be,

With brown dark hair,

It was "oh so fair!"

And his perfect white smile,

It was only a while 'til we had to go,

In an instant he said no,

So me and myself was left alone,

But still I'll wait,

Until that day,

When we'll meet by the swings.

The End

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