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.
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.
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.
Food may seem his first love and mommy second,
Daddy three till Shakey again beckons.
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