Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
When I was very young, we had a collie named Trixie
She was a nice dog and I liked my Trixie
One day, she got the wrack
And she left and never came back
I miss her very much
But, I know I will see her dog-spirit in Heaven as such
May 6,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
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