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You're tired, my friend.

Your beauty is now a secret;
I know the answer.

Your grey is gilt to me.

I don't smell your fetid breath,
or see your scars.

So very tired.

When did this happen?

I carry you
I would carry you forever!

I know you must go,
please, take me with you.

'For my beautiful dog 23/6/92-18/2/05 R.I.P'

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The following comments are for "Agatha"
by gingerwarrior

Thank you for taking the time to write such encouraging reviews of my work. I really appreciate it (I look forward to reading your work). In regards to "Agatha", I found your comments very touching and do truly empathize with your loss. Cheers, Gingerwarrior

( Posted by: gingerwarrior [Member] On: May 28, 2005 )

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