This old world so grinds me down,
The petals are strewn all about,
This place of gray and earthen brown,
My soul haunted by darkest doubt,
A quadruped angel in furry gown,
Wagging wiggler with cold-wet snout,
Sweetly graces me.
Earnest eyes with dogged regard,
And hind parts in dizzying praise,
A nuzzling kindness cancels cafard,
Friendship of presence not of phrase,
A wet kiss, catches me off guard,
Gift of contentment in these dog days,
Pebbles of Charity. (1)
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1. My dog's name is Pebbles
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