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MY FRIEND JAKE

One of my best friends was named Jake;

He didn't hardly ever spake.

Had one eye and could hardly see,

But he was always there for me.

Old Jake was never in a bad mood;

All he needed was love and a bone to chew.

He loved the young and old alike,

And he wouldn't back down from a fight.

He lived a Gypsy life and liked to roam,

And he would travel from home to home.

Always a friend and never a foe,

He just had some wild oats to sow.

Old Jake is gone now and it's quite a loss.

When he was around, he was the boss.

Tears form and it's like a fog;

I can't think of Jake as just a dog.

by Dwayne Garner