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Best Friend
You have grown old with age
but your beauty is still there.
A wrinkle or two
and gray in your hair.
Your walk has slowed down
and your eyes sometimes are sad.
You get cranky and crouchy
and are easy to make mad.
You have been around forever
to me thats the way it seems
I met you when you were little
under a Christmas tree.
We would run and play
from morning too night
I would play good
but you would scratch and bite.
And at the supper table
I would pat you on the head.
Cut up your food
and make sure you were fed.
We would race to the mailbox
and you always won.
And I would rub your belly
as we laid in the sun.
Yes you have grown old with age
and your time is near end.
To others you are a dog
but to me my best friend......
