Sonnet For My Two Good Little Boys Passed On

Marvin was a scruffy ball of black puff

With two beady eyes that cried out for love.

Even when he bit, he wasn’t that rough

All he wanted was to play and be shoved.

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Shakey and he would play for hours all day

For months two frenzied puppies on a crush

Until Shakey grew up and went his way

Leaving Marvin prancing and his heart mush.

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Marvin lives for echoes of those good times

When two brother dogs loved life so equal

And they were two but really of one mind.

So now he lives and loves his two people.

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Food may seem his first love and mommy second,

Daddy three till Shakey again beckons.