Roxie


I come home everyday
you bark at a blue jay
Now I come and your not there
you were one of a kind, you were rare

You can never be replaced
When you were young we raced
You died of cancer
after I quit being a dancer

You died five minutes before I came
You were never lame
I wish I could see you again
You are now in a plain

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