Thursday, October 7, 2010

A Poem written by a dog.

I love my master
Thus I perfume myself with
This long-rotten squirrel

I lie belly-up
In the sunshine, happier than
You ever will be

How do I love thee?
The ways are numberless as
My hairs on the rug

My human is home!
I am so ecstatic I have
Made a puddle

I am your best friend
Now, always, and especially
When you are eating

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