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Frosty died last December, My closest friend for fifteen years. We were born the same November; Now I can't put down my tears. It's not fair that dogs should live Just a short piece of our lives; They give us the love we give To parents, children, husbands, wives. More loyal than a human love, More passionate and all-consuming: No spat would Frosty's love remove, So fixed on me, so unassuming. My grief is real, my pain is strong, Though not all would be so moved; But I can't think how I'll go on Without this creature I so loved.
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