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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ An Old Friend An old friend returned to my side. I never sent out invitations, But he plopped himself down, Whined, and waggled his tail. What else could I do but just shrug? Except for awhile when I scolded. “Go away,” I yelled several times, But those eyes of his were chocolates That melted my heart once again; So that night he slept on my bed. Why should I want a sorry, old dog With his fleas and his terrible snores? I was happy without him. I hardly cried. I’d given his dish and his leash away. I was almost recovered and then. . . An old friend returned to my side, After chasing the neighborhood cats, And being a Romeo during the night; Now he’s whining and wagging. What else can I do but just shrug? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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