he was a guitar picker
he played a lonely tune
he sat by his campfire
and played to the moon
his dog started to sing
it made him smile
it was a lovely duet
that carried for a mile
his tune became more lively
when his dog began his song
he didn't feel so lonely
and started to sing along
yip yip yip in dog song
and a great big howl at the moon
it wasn't long they were
fast asleep with morning coming soon
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Author:
diamonddagger (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
This reminds me of an ode. Very well done.
what a fun scene you give us with this poem. brought a smile to my face 🙂
Good job Diamond. Loved the images you created. un poem, soki
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