Buddy's World
I can see him on the streets of gold,
being petted by every one
Buddy never met a stranger on earth
His little short dashound legs able to run freely with no pain
Big Daddy and Mawmaw are feeding him
from their table, lamb chops, cream, fried chicken
The best there is to be had.
He has a fluffy warm pillow-bed and
A pure gold collar with mixed studded jewels.
Jesus loves him this I know.
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2009
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