As I sit In front Of my Computer, I look Down to My feet Below. But now, To-Night, I see Nothing. Your Bright Twinkling Eyes, Your Gently Wagging Tail, Are Nowhere To be Seen. Your Ever Faithful Presence Is gone, And never Will Return. But Your Loving Spirit Stays. And I Sense You by

My feet On this Lonely, Oh so Lonely night.

Keith Beavon

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