Schmutt the Dog Poem by David Michael Jackson

You are my friend. you
used to run and jump into my lap
now you can’t jump so
You have trouble getting up the
sill, my little
buddy pal.
Your life is so much simpler than mine,
or is it?
Do you wonder at the
Oh why do I think I
have this knowledge and
you don’t?
We both have to suffer, why
do I have to know
so much about
Is it better to not
put it into
to wimper and let
that be it?
Isn’t that just what I’ve been doing

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