Monday, April 5, 2010


A stray I took in, when I was boy
walked with me through pain, and all of its joy
He was there when I cried, or when I didn't care
but he always stayed with me, he would always be there
When I was busy with music, dreaming big in the sky
He nudged his black nose, between my finger and thigh
He didn't like water, but he always loved me
though dumb a door nob, he'd listen with glee
He knew all my secrets and never would tell
And now he is gone I know all too well

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