What is love but the tiring of an old toy
And the glee over a newfound one.
The ebb and flow of lost and found;
Like a child with his new dog Brown.
Forgetting Blackie, old best friend;
Head low, shiny eyes, heart broken,
A whimper heard as the old is led away.
Friday, April 11, 2008
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