There’s no pitter-patter there
I wait for no one
He visits someone else now
Ah yes, a young one
He brought me lilies and tarts
A sweet for my smile
He was always there for me
I was his dear child
Days ran into all those years
I think of him now
Will he ever come again?
And, take a kind bow?
He has another fancy
I live in ago
I listen at the front door
Yet he never shows
My wishes sit idle here
I long for “Honey”
Not a candy to be found
No Easter Bunny
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