Where is that dog?
He could roll off a log.
He never had a care,
Never worried ‘bout his hair.
He'd follow me every day,
Then he'd just walk away.
I miss him for sure.
He got to my core.
He was just a cur,
What happened to his fur?
Where is he now?
Can you hear his bow-wow?
He's a rolling stone,
Always on his own.
He taught me how
to wait, and now
He's gone.Why did he
leave me?
Where ever he is
I hope that there's
A place for him to
eat, sleep, and poo.
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No doubt they are good friends. The fate of street dogs are such that. Nicely woven emotional poem.