Jessica died today,
and the buddleja tree is sighing.
The last yellow rose of autumn,
is bowing its head and crying,
for Jessica died today.
No more walking the streets,
up to your stomach in snow,
greeting shoppers for treats
who you got to know.
Your garden was yours to protect,
and you did in a beautiful way,
now frogs and birds are all mourning,
for Jessica...
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