Tuesdays With Morrie Lymerick Poem by Ocean Myranda

Tuesdays With Morrie Lymerick



Morrie knew he was going to die,
Every Tuesday Mitch would come on by.
Each Tuesday, they would talk,
Still, Morrie could not walk.
After each session, they’d say goodbye.

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