The Diana Memorial
Submitted by Tim on Thu, 01/04/1999 - 11:00.
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Princess of Hamsters |
| Goodbye Wriggle Nose May your alfafa grow in our hearts. Yours was the face that looked at me From out of your little bars. And talked to me in a special voice, No matter what the counsellor says. Now you belong to heaven, And with the stars you play. |
And it seems to me you lived your life Like you never liked your cage: It never faded with the onset Of that little touch of mange. And your footsteps will always fall there, Between the daisies and the clover- Your candle burned out long before I could stop the lawnmower. |
