my little monsterA Poem by moo to the world
his long yawns speak volumes
he paws at my heart he sit lazily in the sun and does nothing at all and yet so much my best friend and helper when i make dinner his goofy love of his pom-poms my black and white little buddy i remember when you squeaked and fit in my palm that fateful day you came to call me home thanks for being my little comfort thanks for entertaining me so thanks for being here © 2012 moo to the world |
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Added on August 7, 2012 Last Updated on August 20, 2012 Author
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