November 7, 2009
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Man's best friend,
walk side by side,
such a bitter end,
a part of him has died.

A walk to remember,
October seventeenth, two thousand-nine,
end to the soul's solemn ember,
nothing should ever cross that line.

Everlasting memories together,
moments wished to be replayed,
a dream he has had forever,
a juicy bone, in a place with unlimited shade.

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