Gentle

Gentle as the rain.
She won’t complain.
Though my girl’s lame.
Instead she’ll smile.
Just for a while.
Until her nap.
Up on my lap.
So I will lift this precious gift.
My dog of bliss whose nose I’ll kiss.

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