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| Our poodle when we adopted him |
We brought him home when he was only three
A nervous, passive, scruffy dog, but he
Accepted us as family without doubt
And taught us all what love is all about.
His big black eyes hold not a bit of guile
I swear that I can even see him smile
And when he wags his fluffy little tail
I know, at least with him, I cannot fail
His head rests on my pillows in my bed
He listens to me when I’m feeling bleak
He knows just what to say; he doesn’t speak
The wonders of the world are large and small
The love of a good dog can beat them all.
