Poem: Molly

My dog has a best friend
her name being Molly

She's black like a pantheress
and has a short tail end.

He knows her since childhood
and they have their own games

you run and I chase you
they play like young dogs would.

But Molly is grown now
and in serious business

when clapping your hands twice
she can bring you the ball - wow!

My dog had a best friend
her name being Molly

I find myself grieving
for the times they were folly.

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