Thee was but a plant, bought from Ikea.
Brought me joy, kept me company,
through my days at PGP.
Came back home with me, but you were always sickly.
Was it fertiliser or light? I didn't know.
Changed your soil, but that was my mistake.
What a horrible death.
Friday, November 12, 2004
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