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I sit on the bed with my dog sleeping near Her breathing uneven then soft and sincere Then scruffy and staggered   and rough in her throat Then even and smooth a whisper calm note Tiny little grunts in rapid succession A toss and a turn punctuate each expression Of what does she dream my dear little Twister Romps in the park with her golden haired sister? Sensing things we can't see And the things we won't hear And loving us despite all our faults and our fear How much do I love her? well that’s quite hard to say But I'm quite terrified of her going away Where else can you find love that lives just for you Panting and happy when you come into view? When they speak of devotion it’s of this that gods speak That gloried validation we desperately seek And she’s here everyday rain, sleet or snow In unspoken commitment to go where I go How unworthy am I of this ritual caring That greets me with glee just for appearing So much love for so little does not seem quite fair But she gives me her all without bother or care Oh doggie dearest doggie promise we'll play forever For we’re bound by a love that no god can sever.
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Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 3:47 PM UTC
I Sit On The Bed with My Dog
I sit on the bed with my dog sleeping near Her breathing uneven then soft and sincere Then scruffy and staggered   and rough in her throat Then even and smooth a whisper calm note Tiny little grunts in rapid succession A toss and a turn punctuate each expression Of what does she dream my dear little Twister Romps in the park with her golden haired sister? Sensing things we can't see And the things we won't hear And loving us despite all our faults and our fear How much do I love her? well that’s quite hard to say But I'm quite terrified of her going away Where else can you find love that lives just for you Panting and happy when you come into view? When they speak of devotion it’s of this that gods speak That gloried validation we desperately seek And she’s here everyday rain, sleet or snow In unspoken commitment to go where I go How unworthy am I of this ritual caring That greets me with glee just for appearing So much love for so little does not seem quite fair But she gives me her all without bother or care Oh doggie dearest doggie promise we'll play forever For we’re bound by a love that no god can sever.
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M/Northwest
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 3:47 PM UTC
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