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The Pug of Purest Gold

A Pug’s your pal for always, 
Through cloudy days or fine; 
She’ll lie stretched out beside you, 
And curly tail untwine. 
Perhaps your world’s gone haywire, 
And things seem far from fair; 
To her it matters little, 
So long as you are there. 
This chubby bundle’s waiting 
In Failure or success, 
And from her warmth of welcome, 
Great wealth you can possess. 
She’s one of life’s great treasures, 
Whose value is untold, 
For every Pug is minted, 
From the fine and purest gold. 


Dedicated to My fav pugs Mack and Sweetheart who were taken too soon
2001-2016

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An Old House

My family is an old house:
Dad is the fireplace, which keeps us all warm.
Mom is the food, which keeps us all fed.
Paco, the Chihuahua is the television set, which provides us all with entertainment.
Kiki, the cat is the radio in the house, which makes a lot of noise.
My grandfather is the refrigerator, which stores all of our essential needs in life.
My uncle Joe is the propane tank of the house, which stores all the gas needed for the stove.
My Aunt Shana is the door of the house, which lets viewers in.
My uncle Larry is the propane tank filler which feeds the tank the gas needed for the stove.
Lulu, the pug is the carpet of the house, which keeps all of our feet warm
Sweetheart, the pug is the tile floor, which provides us something hard to walk on.
My cousin, Johnathan is the main bedroom, which people look at with awe.
My cousin Eric, is the insulation, which keeps any sound from escaping, 
My grandma Eastridge is the walls of the house that keeps it warm.
My Grandpa Eastridge is the shape of the house, which people see first.
I am the foundation and the framework which keeps the house from crumbling

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Life Sucks

Once a year, I shed a tear
For the ones I have lost
You will never understand the cost
I say to myself “why am I so lost?”
For this year I have shed more tears than I ever have, 
My dog has left the earth and passed, 
My life is truly aghast
But enough of the past, 
I’m here for the future, 
My life is trashed
For my time has passed, 
I need to restart, 
So have a heart
And help my heart
I have too much on my heart 
I cannot stand it, please make my life easier
and remove my tears

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An Old Car

My family is an old car:
Dad is the oil of the motor that keeps the car in good condition 
Mom is the motor mounts that hold the motor in place
Paco, The Chihuahua is the seats in the car that the humans sit in to control the vehicle
Kiki, The cat is the hood of the car which is the door to the heart of the car that allows easy access to the motor
My Grandfather is the computer in the car which allows the car to run in a specific way and stores all the information you’ll ever need
My uncle Larry is the gas tank of the car which holds the fuel that runs the car
My Uncle Joe is the gas cap for the passage into the tank, into which the fuel flows down to enter the tank
Lulu, the pug is the wheels of the car, which may not always work as they should but they move the vehicle
Sweetheart, the pug is the very gauges of the car which tell you how fast you are going 
My cousin, Johnathan, is the steering wheel of the car, which makes the car go in a direction 
My Cousin Eric is the muffler which muffles the motor sounds 
My grandma Eastridge is the motor of the car which is the heart…Without it the car won’t run 
I am the framework of the car which holds us all together with my love.

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Finals Suck

Finals suck yes its true, finals suck, it makes me blue.
Finals are not fun you’ll see, for everyone is full of plea.
Finals are required, but why?
The state wants to see how we have improved in our knowledge
Finals make everyone want to die.
Once finals are done, everyone dances with glee
They aren't fun, you’ll see

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Lies

People love to lie for it is as easy as pie
But some people cannot tolerate lies
They swat at them like flies 
Lies are easy but as it is it makes some people queasy
Once a liar, always a liar it is so dire
Lying will not earn you respect it will get you neglect
Lies are crap they make a trap
Keep lying and see what it gets you I swear it will not be pretty
It is very shitty to be witty so keep getting pity
Lies are very crappy so don’t disappoint your pappy
Bottom line is NEVER LIE!
it will cause your mommy to cry

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Death

This year was dreadful
My life was stressful
For Death was plentiful
As life was eventful
First my Dog dies
Then my family lies
No one in my life cries
But everyone tries
My uncle’s Pug dies
And my uncle cries
My aunt tries to cry
No one else even bothers to try
My life was very terrible 
As Death is terrible 
Please try to stop my pain
For I cannot stand it
As they say, no pain, no gain
I have had plenty of pain
But absolutely no gain

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Mistakes Were Made

Mistakes were made
and i Paid
I need some aid
so i can get paid
so please help me 
or at least support me
life is hard
it is charred
because life is terrible 
it's unbearable
Please have a heart 
and give me a start
i will surely die 
if i don't cry
so i will fly 
and die
everyone dies eventually
so essentially 
I hope life gets better
so send a letter

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A Poem of Enjoyment

A poem of enjoyment

Some days are calm and nice, some are full of hate and vice.
Some days are better than others, some days are worse.
Some days I want to die, some days I want to cry.
But this life is not full of sadness, it’s full of regret.
Some days are awesome, some are horrible
Life is not fun and games, it’s actually full of pain 
Some enjoy their life, some want to end it in vain
So please try to stay calm and don’t curse at god for he is not the one to blame

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Boredom

Boredom
Everyone gets bored once in a while, so why not try to grow in style
Boredom is all around the world, for it is the issue that is horrid
Boredom goes away but it never stays away for long
Every hour someone is getting bored, so set up a drawing board
Every once in a while boredom is the hottest style
So try to entertain yourself in any way but keep it safe and don’t slay
Helpless people try to stay