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H. Its My Own Invention - #1 "What Is It Called?"
Wee Little Lass
Once there was a wee Bonnie Lass,
my little furry friend.
She was awful stubborn, full of sass
but faithful to the end.
Bonnie came to live with us
and help us hike the trails.
She helped, gave us all her trust
and walked to get the mails.
The day we saw the bear all were scared.
Bonnie ran the other way.
Down the trail, the dog is lost, we feared.
But soon she came, down she lay.
The day is done, we head for home.
All in the car are tired.
In bed we go no more to roam,
the dog on the floor by the fire.
Then her time to leave us has come,
Bonnie is old and gray.
We’ve hiked our last trails together, we’re done.
She leaves, no more to stay.
When dogs come into your homes, your life,
they become a part of you.
Then when they leave it cuts like a knife,
and suddenly you’re blue.
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