Saturday 22 September 2012


Sam The Dog

I don’t know why I didn’t cry,
 When old Sam died,
But I guess I knew,
Though I’m sad and blue,
He wouldn’t want me to.

Seemed such a shame,
The dog’d had his day,
Left my world,
For a better place.

And now he’s gone,
And I’m all alone,
But I got his bone,
To suck and chew on.

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