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TWO OLD DOGS

 

His energy

got up and went,

like me he's old

his vigor spent

 

Just two soul mates

accepting fate,

we compare notes

commiserate

 

It must be we

are much alike,

our bark much worse

than is our bite

 

Sit on the porch

our kinship keeps,

just two old dogs

drift off to sleep.

 

 

◄ The Sound Of Rain

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