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Dedicated to Skippy, Marty’s Beloved Friend
Ode to a Friend Oh Little Friend, my dearest one, You filled my heart with joy, The many times you curled up in my lap, Or threw at me a toy. You sensed my moods and knew me best, My beloved, trusted Friend, And still accepted me, adored me, Until your very end. I know that you are running again, With angels by your side, In meadows that are evergreen, Where you can play and hide. I know you’re in a better place, That you’re happy, safe, and free, But unlike you, I’m selfish, Friend, For I wish you were still with me. |
