Princess
She was black, she was small, she was not fat but she was a brat. Princess died on Monday night. We pray that she finds the light. Her dad cries and waits for her down the hall, she's in a better place,Sometimes we see her face. Over the Rainbow Bridge she goes, as tears fall down our face, as our hearts come to a close.
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