A line for those that cannot read
Do the dogs in the sky enjoy bones?
Do the people enjoy their pets clones?
While the original is rested in a blanket.
Your baby was once soft,
Now covered in dirt and pronounced differently.
When I sang your song it hit me,
I wont have fur on my bed.
Maybe one day we’ll meet again.
I will recognise the barks for eternity.
Maybe one day I wont strain,
And my love will be of solidity.
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Miya No | Year Posted 2026
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