Thursday, July 21, 2016

THE PET

 by LaRue Watts

A dog that I had
Would never act bad.
Her loyalty kisses were best.
Whatever the day,
She wanted to play
And never seemed ready to rest.
We frolicked in fields
And ran through the rain.
She lifted my spirits
And eased every pain.
I now have a cat.
That's that.

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