Saturday, July 24, 2010

For Bo

There’s love that seems to come and go
And perhaps that’s just the natural flow.

There’s rare, true love that few will see
And it is grand, we can agree.

But of all the love, that’s ever been
Or graced a soul, from out, within

Only one stands out so pure,
So true, so great, demurred -

And that is puppy love.

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