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Ode To Crystal
She's in the skies,
She's in my eyes,
She's in the breeze,
She's in my knees,
Although she's dead,
She's in my head
and on my bed,
I can't let go,
I love her so,
She made life better,
She made it pure,
Yet in the end,
Hers had no cure.
I hear her purr -
It's sweet and clear.
Is she with God?
Is Crystal here?
Diane DeLong
Owner, Critter Sitters |
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