Phyll Lamie, as in Chlorophyll. This poem is for you.
Your green pigment shone day and night.
Until the Realtor messed everything up.....and forgot to close the door....
That just was NOT alright!
Momma Lamie gave you love,
so this wasn't her fault
even Mish gave you a big hug,
(We are such mature, caring adults).
I know you will be happy wherever you go.
You wouldn't want to be in Chicago right now, it's full of snow!
Love,
Mish
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