Murphy

Just a dog?, no myself,
he was me, I became he

The first to be the chance,
The Trust we shared

A decade near departed,
fourteen we shared in joy

The smile that you eternally give to me still

A gratitude that is immeasurably infinite
I still dream, of the clover covered walk

Tear of joy, main of sadness
I wish you were still near.

Vegard Magnus Vindheim ©2012

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