I’ll miss the squirrels
I’ll miss the birds
I’ll miss the taste of lemon curd
I’ll miss the feel of a good stretch
I’ll miss the dog being told to fetch
I’ll miss the seasons, hot or cold
I’ll miss not doing as I’m told
I’ll miss a slap-up Sunday roast
I’ll miss eating fish and chips at the coast
I’ll miss my cat chasing his tail
I’ll not miss feeling old and frail
I’ll miss the telling of a joke
I’ll miss being close to lovely folk
I’ll miss the feel of brand-new shoes
I’ll miss being tipsy with my favourite booze
I’ll miss the excitement of a kiss
But most of all I’ll miss all this…
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