I Am A Sick Pup Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

I Am A Sick Pup



since you left this morning and i
lost sight of you
on your pillow i have lain
whimpers crying little puddles of me dying
falling asleep wagging my tail
cuddled in sweet memory
of you
the master of this nice warm bed i do like to spend
asleep waiting on you.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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