She loved art
And she breathed
And ate
And slept art
And she radiated art
And art was her life
And we
All loved her
One hundred percent
And every
Girl
Was her
Best friend
And the priest
Doing the funeral
Hadn't met her.
But her parents
Paid him like he had.
And they told the priest
"She loved art
And she breathed
And ate
And slept art.
And she radiated art.
And art was her life."
And so that was what he
Told the
Congregation.
But when
A quiet person like her
Dies
No one ever finds out
That she
Hated art
But
In fact
She loved Forensic Science.
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
She loved art
And she breathed
And ate
And slept art
And she radiated art
And art was her life
And we
All loved her
One hundred percent
And every
Girl
Was her
Best friend
And the priest
Doing the funeral
Hadn't met her.
But her parents
Paid him like he had.
And they told the priest
"She loved art
And she breathed
And ate
And slept art.
And she radiated art.
And art was her life."
And so that was what he
Told the
Congregation.
But when
A quiet person like her
Dies
No one ever finds out
That she
Hated art
But
In fact
She loved Forensic Science.
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