Dzia-Dzia...I really miss you (repeat of earlier ficlet)

by Disturbed Youth

R.I.P. Dzia-Dzia—

He waited for God to strecth out his hand
And say, “Come with me.”
So he gathered his strength to stand
Knowing it was meant to be
He stood outside that pearly gate
And waved to all he left behind
He knew that it is his fate
As he watches our paths unwind

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