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Oct 2014
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His eyes are growing dimmer
He doesn't romp and play so much
Although he is still a beggar
His eyes are growing dimmer
They're almost the color of azure
He does still love my touch
His eyes are growing dimmer
Now his paws don’t seem to clutch
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My angel dog is 14 years old and I am more crazy over him every day. This poem is a triolet
Regina Riddle
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Regina Riddle
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