Wednesday, June 2, 2010

"I talk to him when I'm lonesome like,

and I'm sure he understands.


When he looks at me so attentively,

and gently licks my hands.


Then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes,

but I never say naught there at.


For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes,

but never a friend like that."

—W. Dayton Wedgefarth

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