Sometimes I wonder if they will remember, me!
The cool black African guy with versatile hair,
Will I live in their hearts, or lost will I be, like IB!
Sometimes I wonder how many of them care.
I wonder if they will remember my smile,
That bright Colgate one, that lights up things,
When it is all said and done, no more time,
Will I ever find out their real and true feelings,
I wonder if they will remember my sweet voice,
Far away in their deep sleep, A deep slip
Of consciousness within them. The sweet boys,
Will they know Tumi after this trip, the cliff leap,
I wonder if they will remember my dance moves,
Or my gait, my sprint when I am late, at eight,
Will they remember the step of my hooves,
As I walk away, away into the sunset, straight!
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