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hudson

hudson

poetry

hudson is the name of a dog i
won at the fair,
put a ball through a basket,
brought it home to you

hudson is a pretend dalmation
with big brown eyes
like mine
only he can’t see you

hudson is immortal
and he can never die
because he is plush
so he cannot leave you

September 21, 2008 David X. Hugo Tagged and the reasons he exists, hudson 1 Comment
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