Quitter - 2011/08/24

Here is the day of the quitter
Who left for rewards a glitter
His stay with us was cut short
For a time he was a good sport

He might have been a smart one
Though he knew how to have fun
With that closure he so sought
He seeks the future of thought

In time your memory shall fade
Hiding the many bricks he laid
Yet they remain with all yours
Forging the key for many doors

Yes he made his thoughts known
Only to hear collective groans
So when it came time to depart
He handled it coolly and smart

Those who were rendered burned
Only received what they earned
Yet the quitter leaves no trap
For he believes this is a wrap

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