I miss that black, fury beast with juicy kiss and snuffling bliss
The one that smelt like death, ate garbage and shared his breath
He was always sandy, wet and doggy but his mind was never foggy
He rolled in beachy dead things, came back with stinky offerings
His undigested gifts wrapped in plastics, ropes and gaskets
Whatever I threw away he found, even below the ground
He never gave up on me, even when I acted angerly
He was!
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