Pals to the end
Me and my dog here on planet earth
I rub his head and I'm filled with mirth
The joy he brings me is no small thing
We sit by the woodstove and wait for spring
Every morning he curls up to my head
And wines in my ear that he wants to be fed
He's old I'm old both soon to be dead
Together will face whatever is ahead
2/2/2020 day 29,311
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