Old Dog, Buster
My old dog was yellow
and a good fellow
but died mellow
If I some how see him again
I will know then
that everything will be zen
But for know I cry
because I have to apply
that my dog said goodbye
I know how
becauseI had to allow
that he got put down now
Buster was my best friend
but his end
left me in the deep end
Copyright © Emily Willbur | Year Posted 2018
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