SuperGuppyGirl Posted August 7, 2012 Report Share Posted August 7, 2012 My poor little Stridey-man, you passed away, I went camping, while you pined all day, I returned to find you had gone, Not a mark on you to say what went wrong, Your water was clean, the temperature safe, So I know you weren't poisoned or baked, All I can think is that you were mad, And left me knowing I would be sad, I miss you, my playful lil guy, Why oh why did you die? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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