He was of a tawny color,
so simple was he,
positive in all his ways,
skillful, neat and tiddy,
was he.
Modest was he not,
only untainted love
he gave away,
feeding time
was an adventure,
for him, it was
hi-lite of his day,
except our walks,
he would not delay.
Untainted love,
return I to him,
so pure in heart
is this wonderful
friend of mine.
Untainted love,
is...
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