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Aug 2017
Silky black fur,
He shined with silver flecks in the light.
Golden stray patch an inch on your paw.
How I wondered, a Black Labrador with a golden patch on his paw.

I have no recollection of your arrival.
You always was.
Spike, with the silver spikes on his black collar.

My friend when I didn'tΒ Β understand what friendship was.
Maybe a tutor in compassion,
Would be what you always was.
To my first Dog.
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Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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