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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required BABY I dreamed of my dog that had passed away She came to visit me just this very day And told me of a tale about where she has been Up in God’s heaven barking at the strangers again She told me how she sleeps at night On soft billowing clouds in angels arms safe from fright She said she watches down on me from heaven above And that it is me her dear owner that she still loves Her days she said are spent guarding heaven From anyone that has not been forgiven Her water she drinks from streams lined with gold And she always stays the same age and never grows old She told me that her and her animal friends Play and chase each other until the day ends The meadows are full of sheep and other animals that all get along fine And in God’s eyes every single one is divine She told me not to be afraid when my day comes Because she assured me she would greet me with her big tongue And that when I got there we would play together forever more With no fear or worries just love galore No matter how long she told me she would wait for me And not to forget her favorite ball which when I would throw she would always retrieve I thanked her for setting my mind at ease And made her promise this was not a tease She thanked me for all the good times And looks forward to the day when I could scratch her ears again and make her feel fine. By Michael James Kolter
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