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Dearest Petunia...
(spoken about my wife to our dog, Petunia)
Dearest Petunia, how I love her so.
Is this something your furry brain could know?
I long for her as you long for a treat.
I crave her touch as you crave to lick feet.
She calms my calculations, lets me rest;
Like when you find somewhere so soft to nest.
Her smile renews me like sweet sunshine;
You feel the same right before sleepy time.
I think you miss her as much as I do,
When we don't see her for a day or two.
There's something I've realized, something of truth;
She's a saint Petunia, she saved us both.
Me from solitude and you from the pound;
The Lord sent us an angel, so profound.
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