Oh Romeo you guinea pig,
as I would walk by you every morning
hereing your weeping cry's for spinach,
you would look at me with those drupe eyes,
as if you wanted to go with me to school every morning and spend your day with me.
The way you hit your family,
from when you passed away,
the way your family shed tears for nights and days and for weeks,
hooping that you would come back some how,
the love that they had for you witch now is gone.
They shall never replace you,
and keep a missing part in there life and family that will never be filled.
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