Composed 5/6/13
Description: So my roommate’s fish died yesterday morning, and, well…
He was a gentle spirit
And navy as the evening sky
He’d spent his lifetime captive
But he lived a peaceful life
Her face fell as he lay
On those turquoise cobblestone streets
His blue spirit had left the cage
And now was finally free
I pat her hand
Don’t worry I say
Things will only get
Better today
At lunch she told me
She’d gotten a call
To report the death
Of her dear grandpa
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