Hydrangea in a beer bottle, How did you end up there? Who decided to pluck your beauty, And wrap it up In a Pabst blue ribbon? Yet look at you. With your ivory coif And those jade shoulders. Who gave you the right, To look like home?
Thank you for taking the time to remember Dave. He saw your zeal and your unconventional ways and he felt…



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