| Xander Eriksson To Mike, twin brother of Ike ...To Mike, twin brother of Ike, the carefree gerbil who belonged to and was loved by my younger brother, but passed away after his head was split open by a wooden shelf while my brother was running with Mike in his hands.
 
 
 Oh, how untroubled two brothers can be Scurrying, scuttling, no time to waste The world is yours; in your cage you arefree
 Every cardboard box is perfectly placed Slowly nibbled at, bit by bit by bit But, like the inescapable sunset This corrugated Garden of Eden          is eaten
                  awayI still hear your screams, and I must admit
 
 When love is too great it becomes a threat
 
 The hand that feeds, is fraught with dismay
 
 One brother alone, alone he must play
 
 
 
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