My Baby Gone
My little darling went to the dogs,
then she expired.
Her bark I hear no more.
She was blond, maybe,
she was intelligent - maybe
She sure was pretty.
I never knew her in a carnal sense,
but the dog in me howls now.
She is gone, gone gone,
and she only ninety-three.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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