I was happy when they arrived
I was happy when they left
Family might be family
Let me simply state
I prefer to see them
On the other side of the world
Except history,
We have nothing in common
I'm afraid it gets very tenuous
As time goes on
As said earlier
I was happy when they arrived
I was happy when they left
It was blissful to see them go.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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