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Some day I'll join him right there,but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,his bad manners and his cold nose,and I am just sad and lonely at home by myself.
But if you do not like it please do not throw a fit: Twas a cool crisp fall night The leaves were blowing The moon was bright A few clouds pass through its glowy haze As the earth turns and so pass the days A house lie at the end of a spooky street Where there is a ghost who faps his meat You can hear his groans from far away This ghost faps his meat every day May the phantom bless you Through all your faps And may you all have the most pleasant naps My dog has died.
I poem shall you get! Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogs where my dog waits for my arrival waving his fan-like tail in friendship.
I buried him in the gardennext to a rusted old machine.
Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here on earth,of having lost a companion.