I Am A Sick Pup
J
James McLain
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since you left this morning and i
lost sight of you
on your pillow i have lain
whimpers crying little puddles of me dying
falling asleep wagging my tail
cuddled in sweet memory
of you
the master of this nice warm bed i do like to spend
asleep waiting on you.
Bu şiiri puanla
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