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 My puppy in Jamaica. 

By  Sharian  Francis 



In my eyes he was my dream
a puppy who loved to eat ice cream
I washed him once where he hung
on for life
where my grandma nearly accidentally stabbed him with a knife!

I played with him until
it was bed,
at night instead of sleep he howled and
screamed for me instead
In the morning he would
be by my door waiting
there for milk and more

I loved and cherished him
until I had to go
Hurricane Dean came and I was scared
to leave and go back home

I got a call that he died
I ran downstairs with tears in my eye's
Now he's in a better place
which I call puppy heaven

This poem is in memory of puppy 2007-2007

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