
Ode to Chester:
For the want of Chester, Where life doesn't matter, A soul so intimate, A heart so delicate, Snatched from the hands of life, Which he could've survive, Into the hands of the Sparky, For it brought death to thee,
OH, why did we not know you? Why did they forsake you?
Your gentle spirit that some who lack, No blending wallpaper act, Free from a head bobbing past, Even though your life too short to last, Your silent chirp of a ripple, Set to a distant riddle, Telling us of your life's own story, No matter how short it may be.
Frickangel
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