I'm not very keen on my new place
Let's just say it provides a roof over my head
But, I must be realistic
113 was my home for 32 years
I have many fond memories of it
Some not so fond-ofcourse
I was reluctant to leave it
Yet, leave it-I did
Although I'll always miss it
It came to the rescue just when
I needed a nest egg
(Thanks bricks!)
Now that our dalliance is over
Forever
I can only promise to remember you with nostalgia
Because time has moved on
And so, thankfully, have I
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