jim foulk

Rookie (july 7,1943 / des moines iowa)

My Dog Murph - Poem by jim foulk

My dog murph is what i call him sometimes,
he answers to murphy or murph.
He is so set in his ways, whenever he
wants something, he comes over to me,
and stares at me. Then he paws me on
the hand or arm, if that fells, he sits
up on his rump.

Always i say no, or wait i'm busy, it
matters not to him in anyway.
I always give in to him, and let him
have what he wants. Because he is my
best friend.

And that's what best friends
are for.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 15, 2011

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