Friend Put To Pasture

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It’s time to say goodbye my friend, your time is truly up

 

My oldest lens, a decade past, fading and washed up

 

 

 

Rarely sees the light of day, a little soft and slow

 

Our last week, our final meal, a moist eyed time of woe

 

 

 

So one more image, still soft and slow

 

Its time for change, now that I have more dough

 

 

 

So for you its final song is played

 

and me a soppy soul a tad dismayed

 

Done