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Mar 2013
My closest friend, my trusted mate,
Good times have come and gone,
And even though you lie there still,
I promise I’ll stay strong.

I promise that I’ll climb that tree,
And paint that fence green too,
And then I’ll go and make that ramp,
Just like we said we’d do.

I’ll stand up to them big bullies,
‘coz you’ll be by my side,
We’ll show them who the chickens are,
And take away their pride.

And by the way I brought you these,
My dad said that I could,
I brought you these new fizzy sweets,
They really do taste good.

They all tell me that you have gone,
That you’ve gone far away,
But I know that you’re buried here,
And they’ll learn that one day.

I really do miss you, you know,
I wish you didn’t die,
I wish that we had much more time,
I’ve got to go now. Bye.
The Black Beast
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The Black Beast  Hertfordshire
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