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<center><p>This site is dedicated in loving memory to two giant green iguanas, Cabal and Pandora, who were unable to escape the house fire that destroyed our entire house on the 11th of June 1999.</center>

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<td valign=top>REQUIEM: Cabal <i>by Syrena</i><br>
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Scales so green with flecks of black;<br>
eyes so bright and inquisitive.<br>
A line of spikes ran down your back<br>
to the tip of your long tail.<br>
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Cabal you were a great ig<br>
though you were a brat.<br>
In the last years you'd grown so big<br>
and you made me proud.<br>
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Why did this have to happen?<br>
Who did we upset?<br>
I'll remember you as you were then,<br>
and I will never forget you.<br>
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<td valign=top>REQUIEM: Pandora <i>by Syrena</i><br>
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Pandora of the bulging eyes.<br>
An iguana of the highest esteem.<br>
Never taking crap from Penelope.<br>
Dreaming iguana dreams on Odysseus' tail.<br>
Often you were temperamental, yet you never tried to bite.<br>
Racing to the food dish, trying to eat your housemates.<br>
A life lost from this world but never forgotten.<br>
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<td valign=top>Untitled, Unknown Author<br>
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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep,<br>
I Am Not There,<br>
I Do Not Sleep.<br>
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I Am A Thousand Winds That Blow,<br>
I Am The Diamond Glints On Snow,<br>
I Am The Sunlight On Ripened Grain,<br>
I Am The Gentle Autumn Rain.<br>
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When You Awaken In Morning's Hush,<br>
I Am The Swift Uplifting Rush,<br>
Of Quiet Birds In Circled Flight,<br>
I Am The Soft Star That Shines At Night.<br>
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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Cry,<br>
I Am Not There,<br>
I Did Not Die.<br>
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<td valign=top>Untitled, by Ashley<br>
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When somebody dies, a cloud turns into<br>
an angel, and flies up to tell God<br>
to put another flower on a pillow.<br>
A bird gives the message back to<br>
the world, and sings a silent prayer<br>
that makes the rain cry. People disappear,<br>
but they never really go away.<br>
The spirits up there put the sun to<br>
bed, wake up the grass, and spin the<br>
earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you<br>
can see them dancing in a cloud during<br>
the day-time, when they're supposed<br>
to be sleeping. They pain the rainbows<br>
and also the sunsets and make<br>
waves splash and tug at the tide.<br>
They toss shooting stars and listen to<br>
wishes. And when they sing windsongs,<br>
they whisper to us, don't<br>
miss me too much. The view is nice<br>
and I'm doing fine.
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