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True Love

All he wants is to lie across my lap, still and heavy

Makes no demand to be petted scratched rubbed

Does not nose my hand or arm to do this that the other

Contented to lie here, now curled, now stretched out

a dog whose comfortable ease in the world is unmatched

whose desires are easily met by his one true love–me.

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