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As the Day Grows Late

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Eyes closing as the day grows late,
you've waged your war on sleep and lost
And in my arms, your puppy weight
secures my love at any cost

Full grown, you commandeer my bed, 
eyes closing as the day grows late
and pinned beneath your golden head, 
I'm helpless to negotiate

When years and aging joints mandate
you climb into my bed no more, 
eyes closing as the day grows late,
I feel for you down on the floor

The best Friend I will ever meet
No Boy so good has lived, to date
I tell you so and watch your sweet
eyes closing as the day grows late

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Tom Woody

Date: 12/19/2023 6:51:00 PM

Hey there you! You been AWOL too long. Awesome tribute to your dog, though I would never let a pet on my bed (except wifey, of course)

Tom Woody
Date: 12/20/2023 5:02:00 AM

Lycia Harding
Date: 12/19/2023 8:25:00 PM

Hahaha! Now, Tommy Boy, I thought everybody knew that I never write from my own experience, only for the benefit of the reader. I know this is upsetting for you grass roots poets to to hear but if I hadn't told you, would you even be able to tell?