Goodbye
Yellow Brick Road
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1 min readFeb 27, 2020
Clad only in
an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka-dot bikini,
she hailed a big yellow taxi
and set off towards Yellow River
where the yellow submarine was waiting.
He was a brown-eyed handsome man
and he used to call her
his Yellow Rose of Texas,
but mistrust had turned her heart
a whiter shade of pale.
