Just My Retriever And Me
Dropped the receiver, when Jill tried to phone
my old retriever, won’t pick up his bone
no more beer or cigarettes
I’m still here, with my regrets
she’s in Geneva, with that guy, Jerome.
Copyright © Martin Challender | Year Posted 2025
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