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by Pocket Sze Feb 27, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
I love my best friend Till the very end. He walks with me everywhere Till our feet were worn out and torn. He was funny Just like a messed up dummy. He was brown But never down. He always would play Till the end of his day. He was always on the ground Where he was bound. Like a log My best dog.