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Old Friend (Free verse) by Dovina

-for Bob and Baby Dumpling- Then a happy healthy pet it seemed you'd won our friendly bet cough and wheeze congestive heart disease at your dying keep on trying Seven to one my years to yours legs that run while yours refuse. I know what you cannot pick you up tread the stairs pat your head and say good night Sleep well, my friend what you cannot know is better unknown

DoubleU 8-May-05/4:41 PM
I like this a lot, for its simplicity and sincerity. It's the 'cannot' that hurts somehow. It hurts the poem, is what I mean...




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