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Yet another poem I had to make for Language Arts. This one was about a tough time that I went through. So, yeah. When my dog died I cried every night for a month. This poem is dedicated to him.
P.S. Don't mind the weird, different amounts of lines in each stanza... I know it's odd but, oh well.
P.S. Don't mind the weird, different amounts of lines in each stanza... I know it's odd but, oh well.
Buzzy
Black and white he was spotted.
Loyal and kind did he act.
He was an angel
in canine form.
He was a true friend.
whenever he was needed,
he was always there.
Until he died.
We will miss him
but he will watch us
from heaven.
And he wants us
to move on
and find more happiness.
Even if it’s with a different dog.
I love you Buzzy.
