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My Dog Died...
My dog died;
Was lifted straight to heaven
Through the holy gate
How I knew I hear you ask
You, my ever doubting Thomas!
Believe; he only mailed!
An e-dog? Yes, why not?
For a dog in the heaven
Is far better off than you me
Or any dog else on this earth...
So listen now; I mailed back:
How come you in heaven?
Ask the angels to know
And get back to me soon
In return my dog mailed:
Master! I was told
On the earth with
My life with you there
My term in hell gets washed off
The call on the game is 'deuce'
His service is an ace
At point Advantage!
Game Set and Match
To my dog erstwhile…
poem
by
Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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