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Sorry for the lack of updates, but this poem was hard for me to upload because it's really personal. That and I procrastinate a TON.
Here goes.
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When he left I cried.
Dark curly fur
Once warm with love
Had to leave this world.
My best friend died
For the loss of her dog
Impacted us all.

The house it is quiet
Without Fennway
Who barked at the door
And sniffed the newcomers.
The house it is quiet
Without Fennway.

Now we are happy,
But we sill have him in our hearts
For we still love the black
Golden-doodle.

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