The Little One

This little lady, of whom we all love,
Can be evil as me, or sweet as a dove.
Her name is Sandra, she is my best friend,
I\'ll always be with her, until it\'s the end.

You might not all know her, but I\'m telling you now,
If she doesn\'t like you, she acts like a cow,
But don\'t hold a grudge, because it\'s her way,
Of telling you all to get the hell away!
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Her life is like chaos, a mixture of sorts,
A field of fruit, a jumble of ports,
Her life is in turmoil, I wish there was some way,
To keep all the madness and horrors away.

But sadly i can\'t, I\'m never around,
And all I can do is listen to the sound,
Of her crying and fear, the burden she holds,
Of her disrupted life, of unhappiness, untold.