Best Friend

by Pocket Sze   Feb 27, 2009


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.

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