Sunday, March 3, 2013

Woof


Woof


I am your best friend
But you left me sick, tired and gone.
I could have helped but I would have made a dinner of it
Because you say I am old and cannot learn new tricks.
I am an ugly girl and I fight with cats so I’ve got a bad name.
You like to pull my hair even though I never bit you
And when it rains I get the blame.
If you’re in my house you know you’re in trouble.
Because I am asleep you should let me lie but if you join me,
You won’t wake up with fleas.
But there’s life in me still so I will match you step for step in the midday sun and walk with you through the gates of hell.

You are my best friend
But the more I get to know you, the more I like myself.

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