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" Jake "
He prances by
on Paws that sing
As if they dance
On angel wings
He looks at me
Through joyful eyes,
Their amber glow
With mischief shine.
The soft black coat
On breezes stream.
His essence sweet
As sunshine in spring.
He warms my heart
Like no one can.
My companion my guardian,
My forever friend.
Jill East
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