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My
True Best Friend
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A
Poem by Molly Millar
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March
2010 Issue
Though
you’re on two feet and I’m on four,
You
are the one that I adore.
From
morning’s start to evening’s end,
You’ll
always be my true best friend.
When
times are tough and friends are few,
Call
out my name, I’m here for you.
You’ll
find no heart that loves as much
Or
longs to feel your gentle touch.
Don’t
hesitate to call on me
For
I was born to help, you see
That
love comes in packages big and small,
Short-haired
or long-haired or no hair at all.
I’ll
lick your face. I’ll fetch your stick.
We’ll
eat ice cream until we’re sick.
If
someone tries to pull your hair,
I’ll
bite them in the derriere.
Our
days will be spent chasing cats,
And
pulling rabbits out of hats,
And
then we’ll cuddle up real tight,
And
sleep away the long, dark night.
But
I’ll grow old and
you’ll
grow up.
You
won’t be a child.
I
won’t be a pup.
And
when it comes my time to go,
There’s
something you will surely know:
Though
you were on two feet and I was on four,
You
were the one that I adored.
From
morning’s start to evening’s end,
You
always were my true best friend.
Copyright
2010 Rocky Mountain Rider. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Reproduction of any
editorial material, artwork and photos is strictly forbidden without
express written permission of the publisher. For information about
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