My friend the chauffeur
My friend,
hes a chauffeur.
He drives his family around,
everyday.
He dosent like his new job,
hes not meant to be a chauffeur.
My friend,
hes a chauffeur.
Hes a driver for his family,
my friend the chauffeur
He hates his new job,
it makes him sleepy
my friend the chauffeur,
He dosent talk to me much anymore,
My friend the chauffeur,
I miss him.
My friend,
hes a chauffeur
My friend,
he is gone
poem by Jess Terry
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