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Dear Blackie,
I love you!
I hope that your soul rises so high
So, so far up
into the heavenly sky
and I’m almost positive,
that your heaven will be
a patch of strawberries,
and an orchard of apple trees
And best of all,
Elvis Presley will be there too
Singing Sweet Dreams Baby, just for you
That’s what I think,
your chicken heaven will be
and if I’m wrong,
then never mind me!
Sincerely, CK
P.S. I miss you soooooo much!