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Ode to my Poopy (Ode) by Samantha
Everyday my poopy meets me at my feet
her tail wagging to my musics beat
When no one else will listen you are there
you aren't ashamed to be my poopy, anywhere
On sunny, windy or rainy days
and when your scared and all alone
you wont mind sharing your ice cream cone.
You are the best Poopy a girl can have
with red nails, and dark brown eyes
so adorable when at my feet you live.
Your my poopy
and that day i do not seek
there will never be a sweeter Poopy at my side.
for everytime you were there when i cried
The memories of your silliness will make me laugh
even after the days you pass
There is one Poopy, and one Poopy ever.
untill the end of time, and forever.
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