I talk to him when I'm lonesom...

I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; Then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught there at. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that.
~W. Dayton Wedgefarth~

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