Murphy's Haven
Just now sitting outside,
with my dear old Murphy,
who has such a tender sweet heart.
He's looking at me with that sparkle
in his soft brown eyes and telling
me he wants to go in the house now.
The old sun is beating down on us
both, but he loves that coolness of
our house, that has a swamp cooler,
that Murphy loves to lay by,
he can't get enough of it,
so in the house we go,
so I can tell the world,
about this loving dog
I adore so.
wrote 7-31-08
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