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My Best Friend


He listens to me

And I complain a lot

He cuddles with me

And enjoys tater tots

He looks at me and smiles

Even when he is sad

But he is my bestfriend

And loves my just a tad

He loves to run outside

And play with a ball

When he brings it back to me

And I laugh so much I fall

He loves to be in cars

And he loves to be in parks

When he sees a squirrel

He begins to bark

And on the way back

We stop for a treat

He eats all my food

And decides to lick my feet

He can always make me smile

Even when he begs

Because he is my bestfriend

Even though he has four legs

 

 

 

 
 
 
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