Ode to a Friend

For Nixon

Ode to my friend
Who after a long day of work is at the door waiting
Who drags his bed from one room to the next to be with me
Who pesters me to take him outside
And makes me pick up his poop
Who wags his tail and looks at me with sad eyes as I eat hoping for a scrap

Ode to my friend
Who goes on rides with me
And listens to me rant
And nudges his head on me when I am sad
How can I ever pay you back

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