Goodbye my long, thin friend,
How I fear that this is the end.
The black blooded one went before,
When shall I see him next? Nevermore.
The one with the blade,
I wish he could have stayed.
He went did old six inch,
It seemed the great one was in a pinch.
It’s a shame Mr Wax had to go,
All his friends, we loved him so.
Now me and you are the last two,
I am Rubber, you are Glue.
LBcreative 
Wow! You’re into poetry too! Awesome! This is great! You should post more of your poems!
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I started the blog for stories and poems, I’ve got a few on here under creative writing if you want to take a look. I’ll be posting more in future and I’m glad it’s provoked such a positive reaction from you, thanks.
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Yea sure I’d love to! Post them up and will read them 😊
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